Now it was Sophie Smith’s turn to be tongue-tied; she hadn’t expected Oliver Johnson to spar with her verbally, and he was quite good at it.
"Alright, I won’t make it difficult for you anymore. I really should leave now. Being alone with a woman, I fear I won’t be able to control myself."
Before leaving, Oliver Johnson didn’t forget to joke with her, making Sophie’s face turn red again. Indeed, her skin was truly thin.
Tonight, Sophie Smith didn’t go home, which suddenly improved Irene Morton’s mood.
After dinner, she went to the bathroom to take a shower, rubbing her damp hair as she lifted her gaze to look at herself in the mirror.
In the mirror, her face was beautiful, with red lips and white teeth. Coupled with the fact that she had just showered, she exuded a touch of allure.
She always believed she was no worse than Sophie Smith. She had the figure and the face, so why was it that he didn’t have any of those thoughts about her?
A bold decision flashed through her mind, and she curled her lips into a smile. She refused to believe that as a normal man, he wouldn’t be tempted by her. This content belongs to ɴovelfire.net
She carefully selected an outfit from the wardrobe, finally choosing a sexy sheer nightgown that accentuated her perfect figure.
Underneath, she was wearing nothing; she was truly determined this time. If he was willing to have her, she would definitely still have a chance.
The hallway on the second floor was silent; it was late, and the servants had long gone to bed, so she audaciously walked toward his room.
His door was ajar, and she quietly pushed it open, finding the room empty. The sound of running water came from the bathroom; it turns out he was showering.
Irene’s face naturally blushed at the thought of what might happen next, causing her heart to race.
She took off her shoes and climbed onto his bed, which seemed to still carry a distinctive masculine scent, enough to stir unrest and anxiety in someone inexperienced with men.
She tightly wrapped her body in a quilt, and suddenly the sound of water stopped. She heard the door open.
Asher Land stopped several steps from the bedside.
On the bed, a small figure faced away from him, and he raised an eyebrow: could it be Sophie Smith had returned?
"Looks like you’re quite unable to endure loneliness." He smiled smugly and walked to the bed, lying down and embracing Irene’s body from behind.
"Can’t sleep without me, huh?" Asher’s words carried a hint of teasing, convinced that the person on the bed was Sophie, making his actions even more brazen.
Irene’s body had already softened. With a bit of force, he turned her around.
"It’s you!" Asher, as if shocked, quickly jumped off the bed.
"How did you get onto my bed?" Asher looked serious, his tone full of questioning.
"Brother Asher..." Irene’s voice came out heavily distorted, his casual teasing made her body act involuntarily.
Irene got off the bed and approached him.
The sheer nightgown had already slipped down halfway; now wearing it was akin to not wearing anything.
"Put your clothes on properly." His tone was somewhat stern.
He was truly surprised at how bold Irene had become, daring to climb onto his bed.
"Brother Asher, I’m a woman too. I’m, I’m not worse than Sister Sophie." Irene looked pitiful, "Do you want me?"
"Ha..." He sneered coldly, his eyes full of disdain, "I think I, Asher Land, haven’t yet reached the point of going for any woman I see."