This time, it was Sophie Smith’s turn to stammer. She didn’t expect Oliver Johnson to be so good at playful banter.
"Okay, I won’t make it hard for you anymore. I really should go. A single man and woman alone in a room, I’m afraid I might lose control."
Before leaving, Oliver Johnson couldn’t resist joking with her one last time, making Sophie Smith blush again. Indeed, her face was genuinely thin-skinned.
Tonight, Sophie Smith didn’t come home, and Irene Morton’s mood suddenly improved a bit.
After dinner, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. As she dried her still-damp hair, she looked up at herself in the mirror.
The reflection showed her beautiful face, red lips, and white teeth. Fresh from the shower, she also had an extra touch of allure.
She never felt inferior to Sophie Smith in terms of figure or looks, so why was it that he had no interest in her in that way?
A bold decision flashed through her mind, and she curved her lips. She couldn’t believe that as a normal man, he wouldn’t be moved by her.
She carefully selected from her wardrobe and finally found a sheer nightgown that accentuated her perfect figure. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel fire.net
She was truly determined this time. If he was willing to want her, then she would surely have a chance.
The second-floor hallway was quiet—it was late, and the servants had long since gone to sleep, so she walked boldly towards his room.
His door was ajar. She quietly pushed it open and found that he wasn’t in the room; the sound of running water came from the bathroom—he was showering.
Irene Morton’s face blushed unconsciously. Thinking about what might happen next, her heart couldn’t help but race.
She took off her shoes and climbed onto his bed. It seemed to carry a unique masculine scent, enough to stir up unease and excitement in her inexperienced heart.
She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. Suddenly, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and she heard the door open.
Asher Land stopped a few steps away from her.
A small figure had its back to him. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if Sophie Smith had come back.
"Looks like you can’t bear the loneliness." He smiled smugly and walked to the bed, lying down and embracing Irene Morton’s body from behind.
"Is it that you can’t fall asleep without me?" Asher Land’s words carried a hint of **, fully believing that it was Sophie Smith in bed, making his actions even more presumptuous.
Irene Morton’s body had already gone soft, and with a bit of strength, he turned her around.
"It’s you!" Asher Land seemed shocked and quickly jumped off the bed.
"How did you end up on my bed?" Asher Land questioned her seriously.
"Brother Asher..." Irene Morton’s voice was shaky. Her body wouldn’t listen, just from Asher Land’s casual **.
Irene Morton climbed off the bed and approached him.
The sheer nightgown had already half fallen off; now wearing it was as good as not wearing it.
"Put your clothes on properly." His tone was a bit harsh.
He really didn’t expect Irene Morton to be so bold as to climb into his bed.
"Brother Asher, I am a woman too. I, I’m not inferior to Sister Sophie." Irene Morton looked pitiful, "Will you want me or not?"
"Ha, want you?" He let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of disdain, "I don’t think I’ve reached the point where I’ll jump on any woman I see, right?"