He pursed his lips, and a shadow of gloom covered his handsome face, silent.
"Damn, seriously? I guessed right?" Yannick Luther was absolutely astonished.
His brother Ashton was silent!
No man could possibly stay silent in this kind of situation.
Even if he was a man like his brother Ashton.
This was a matter affecting a man’s self-esteem, if it were not for him really guessing right, how could his brother Ashton possibly be silent for such a long time.
Anyway, Ashton Heath had already lost face, he didn’t mind losing it again.
He took a deep breath, forced a stiff smile, and said with difficulty, "It wasn-’t that night, it was all normal. But today... it’s not even ten minutes, she seems to be very disgusted with me."
"What do you think happened?"
Yannick Luther: "...That night? Ashton, are you talking about the night you lost your virginity? Could it be that with different targets, you perform differently? Because you like Sister-in-law so much, it’s inevitable that you’ll feel excited, so you might be a bit faster..."
"But that woman that night, you didn’t have any feelings for her, so..."
Ashton Heath interrupted coldly, "From beginning to end, it was just your sister-in-law."
Yannick Luther was dumbfounded for a moment, "Ashton, what do you mean? You mean...that woman that night was my sister-in-law?!"
Ashton Heath hadn’t told him about this before.
That made Yannick Luther incredibly surprised.
But after being surprised, he felt it made perfect sense.
His second brother was not the kind of careless man.
He should have thought long ago that his sister-in-law was that woman that night.
His brother wouldn’t touch another woman after touching one.
"But that night, our arranged girl was not my sister-in-law. Moreover, the girl had a car accident halfway and went to the hospital. How could my sister-in-law...appear in your room? Did someone else arrange it for you?"
"Speaking of which, it’s a good thing that the chick we arranged for you had a car accident. Otherwise, she would have run into my sister-in-law. That would have been terrible."
Ashton Heath took a deep breath, "Grady, I didn’t call you to talk about this."
"Ashton, are you angry?" Yannick Luther sensed the change in Ashton Heath’s tone and immediately tried to please him, "Okay, we’ll stop talking about this. Let’s...talk about the duration issue?"
If that Yannick little bastard were in front of him, he would definitely beat him up.
"Ashton, since the woman that night was my sister-in-law, what are you worried about? You said yourself that you performed normally that night, which means you’re fine. If you think there’s a problem this time, maybe your physical condition isn’t good?"
"Have you been sick lately?"
Ashton Heath’s face stiffened, and his complexion darkened, "No."
"Then you haven’t rested well."
"Is it because of too much work pressure?"
"No pressure at all."
Yannick Luther: "...But it shouldn’t be."
Ashton Heath pursed his lips, rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his hand, and felt extremely frustrated.
He also knew it shouldn’t be.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called Yannick Luther about it.
He thought this guy had more experience and should be able to help him figure out what went wrong.