"Alright, since you’re not saying anything, let’s just do it then." He guided her small hand to undo his belt, and Sophie instinctively pulled her hand back.
She knew what he wanted, but she really couldn’t satisfy him.
After all, she’s pregnant now, how could she engage in such activities with him?
"Hey, Sophie, you can’t play ." He held her, letting her body straddle his legs. "Think about it, how long has it been since you’ve fulfilled your obligations?"
His large hand lifted her chin, and there was an expression of longing for her in his eyebrows and eyes.
"Asher, um, I’m, I’m not feeling well today, can we not do this?"
"Are you on your period?"
Ha, she wished she was.
"No." She shook her head honestly.
Though he was asking for her opinion, his hand didn’t stop; he lifted her skirt, and his Adam’s apple moved inexplicably a few times.
She uneasily twisted her body, wanting to withdraw from him.
"Can we make an agreement?" She stopped his wandering hands, looking at him sincerely and earnestly.
"What kind of agreement?" He raised an eyebrow. "How many times can we do it in one night?"
"You can’t touch me for the next three months, I’ll agree to anything you ask, as long as it’s not unethical or immoral."
"Three months?" He snorted, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"
"I’m just trying to conserve your energy." She said somewhat guiltily.
"Don’t worry yourself over that."
"I’m serious. As long as you don’t touch me for these three months, I’ll truly agree to anything you ask."
Obviously, Asher was unwilling; what could compare to her enchanting body?
"Could you please treat it as my plea?"
Plea? Plea for him not to touch her?
She could count the number of times she’s begged him on one hand, but previously, she’d used her body to beg him, now she’s begging him not to touch her.
Saying so, does it mean his touch made her feel nauseous?
Suddenly, he lost interest too; he pushed her away, pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, and turned his head towards the window.
Sophie knew she had angered him, but it wasn’t her intention; she had her own unavoidable difficulties.
Fortunately, he didn’t force her to engage in that act, which was certainly his greatest concession.
She sensibly sat on one side, tidying her clothes.
But her skirt was ruined by him, adding to her embarrassment.
Asher glanced at her, seeing her lower her head, face blushing, and shook his head helplessly.
Alright, he admitted he softened again.
He took off his jacket and put it over her legs.
"Since you said so, I won’t touch you, but are you really agreeing to do anything I ask?"
Sophie was momentarily stunned, then realized he agreed to her condition.
"Alright then, my condition is that every day you call me ’darling’ ten times."
"Huh?" That’s his condition, but evidently, it’s not done.
"You must sleep next to me every day, of course, I won’t touch you."
Asher rattled off many conditions; damn, this guy really knew how to take advantage.
"Okay." Sophie stretched out her words, "I promise you."
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