"Nanny Garcia, I think you’ve misunderstood. I only make him angry, I don’t make him happy." Sophie Smith turned indifferently and walked towards the room.
Nanny Garcia sighed in her heart. Ever since the young master brought Miss Smith back to the Land Family, there have always been small quarrels every day and big fights every three days. Whenever they argue, the entire Land Family cannot have peace.
Asher Land floored the gas pedal, and the car sped through the night.
He must be crazy to think that she had even a hint of affection for him, or that she would accompany him to the banquet!
He wasn’t unaware of how deep her hatred for him was, but more often than not, he chose to deceive himself.
He never thought he would be so wrapped around a woman’s finger one day.
He drove straight to a bar; when he’s in a bad mood, he wants to indulge himself. In fact, he seldom comes to such places of debauchery anymore. Sophie’s presence gave him an unprecedented sense of ’belonging’. He would rather live quietly with her in a three-bedroom apartment than enjoy the grandeur and noise of the world alone.
Asher Land, what’s wrong with you? He couldn’t help but ask himself in his heart.
He sat at the bar and ordered a high-alcohol vodka.
Dimming lights, dancing men and women, the air filled with the scent of smoke and alcohol, as if this was what he was familiar with.
He sat there alone, quietly drinking, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes.
"Oh, drinking alone!" A seductive beauty, holding a glass, twisted her lovely form and sat down next to him.
The woman carefully examined Asher Land’s face, momentarily lost in thought.
This man was stunningly handsome, with a chiseled facial structure, exquisite and flawless features, deep yet cold eyes that no one dared to meet directly—they seemed to pierce into one’s soul.
The woman unconsciously leaned closer to him.
"How boring to drink alone, let me keep you company."
The woman used all her charms, her soft, lithe body beginning to boldly brush up against him, fanning the flames.
Her small hand brushed against his face, moving downward, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, then slipping inside to caress his firm chest.
"So eager for me to sleep with you?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone full of disdain.
The woman feigned a coy look, tacitly acknowledging. Being with such a handsome man was certainly an honor.
She leaned her small face towards him, about to give him a lingering kiss. But he turned his face away in disgust, stood up, and let her grasp at empty air.
The woman felt a bit embarrassed, but she was not giving up. She threw herself entirely at him, her hands continuing their teasing. She did not believe that a man who thought with his lower body would not be moved by her?
Asher Land lost his patience, just as he was about to push her away, he coldly caught sight of a man’s figure approaching his direction.
"You got some nerve, daring to touch my woman!" A fierce-looking man pointed a beer bottle at Asher Land and shouted.
The man was about forty, wearing a thick gold chain, gold rings, with a beer belly, and slightly balding!
He curled his lips, elegantly bringing the glass to his mouth.
"Did you hear what I said? Touching my woman means you’re tired of living, huh?" Behind the man was a group of lackeys willing to obey his orders, seemingly ready to send him to meet King Yen at any moment.
"So what if I touched her? I’ll be sleeping with her later too." He said leisurely without hurry.