Asher Land returned to the master bedroom and found that Sophie Smith was not there. He then ran to the bathroom, walk-in closet, bar, pushing open one door after another, but still couldn’t find any trace of her.
"Damn it, where did she go?" He kicked the door, only to find it was locked. He pushed it again with his hand, but still couldn’t open it.
"I know you’re in there, open the door!" This woman’s courage is getting bolder—she dares to shut him out?
Sophie Smith was also unsure, her upright body pressed tightly against the door. Didn’t he have company? Why won’t he just leave her alone?
"Sophie Smith, are you going to open the door or not?" a certain man roared.
This is what they call a disparity, right? He could affectionately call Irene Morton ’Irene,’ but for her? He just used her name with hostility.
Sophie Smith shook her head, indicating she was clear-headed. How could she mind anything? Hadn’t she already seen through Asher Land’s feelings?
She was just a woman for him to play with. When he got bored, she could just be sent packing.
"Nanny Garcia, find someone to come and pick the lock!" Asher Land’s voice had just fallen when the sound of the door opening was heard.
Sophie Smith stood helplessly at the door, looking defeated. She just wanted to succeed in rebelling once, why was it so difficult?
Asher Land seemed to see through her thoughts. He put his long arm around her slender waist and walked towards the master bedroom.
"What’s the tantrum about this time, hmm?"
"Irene is still here!" What exactly does he want? He doesn’t care, but she does!
Oh, she actually cared about Irene. Indeed, with guests at home, he should restrain himself a bit.
He looked down at Sophie Smith. Actually, she was only a year older than Irene. To him, Irene was like a sister, but Sophie Smith was his woman.
He took her back to the master bedroom, shut the door with a reverse hand.
"Why aren’t you wearing that sleepwear?" Asher Land looked at her conservative sleepwear, found who knows from where, with disdain. She had done so well not long ago, but now...
Sophie Smith clutched her clothes tightly in front of her chest and stepped back two steps.
"I just like wearing this set."
"Fine, it doesn’t matter which set you wear." In the end, wouldn’t they still be taken off?
Asher Land had a faint smell of alcohol on him. As he was about to approach her, she swiftly dodged.
"You should go to accompany Irene."
"At night, it’s only appropriate to accompany my own woman."
"Isn’t Irene your woman too?"
Irene, Irene—why can’t this woman speak three sentences without mentioning Irene?
"Sophie Smith, are you jealous of Irene?"
"In any case, I don’t want to accompany you tonight," Sophie Smith said word by word.
"But without holding you, I can’t sleep at night."
What a powerful excuse!
In the garden, Irene Morton looked up at the light still shining from the master bedroom, her heart suddenly filled with gloom.
It seemed like in the depths of night, she could also feel the amorous tension coming from that room.
Indeed, her Brother Asher no longer belonged to her.
The memory went back to a long, long time ago, back then, everyone said, Miss Irene, you are truly lucky, for Young Master Land, you are the most cherished in the world.
At that time, he would tie her shoelaces, drive her to school, and even make her favorite Italian pasta...
Now, he wasn’t even willing to spend more time with her.
She sat lonely on the garden bench, gazing up at the desolate night sky, for the first time, a hint of melancholy showed in her innocent eyes.
"Brother Asher, is Sister Sophie your woman? Then what about me, what am I to you?"