The two of them lingered intimately on the bed for a long time, even their meals were brought in by Nanny Garcia on Asher Land’s orders.
Nanny Garcia called a young maid to deliver the meals to their room. As the maid entered, she caught sight of the scene before her, quickly lowered her head, and her ears turned red.
A heap of scattered clothing lay on the floor, and as she entered, the young master and Miss Smith were passionately kissing...
Sophie Smith heard the commotion and quickly pushed Asher Land away.
Asher Land curved his lips, seeing her being genuinely shy. Only then did he restrain himself a bit.
"Put the food over there and leave first. Oh, remember to close the door on your way out," he said with amusement.
Sophie Smith’s small fists thumped against his firm chest.
The maid responded repeatedly, quickly retreating.
"Okay, she’s gone." Seeing her still hiding under the blanket, he found it somewhat amusing.
"Do you want to eat something?" he asked her softly by her ear.
Sophie Smith just reached out to lift the blanket, but as soon as her bare skin touched the outside air, she shivered and withdrew her hand again.
"I’m cold..." She clutched his waist, her voice carrying a hint of a pout.
"Cold, so you’re not eating?" He frowned, almost like a child.
Asher Land disregarded her reluctance, lifted her up, helped her into a robe, and took her to the makeshift dining table.
Unwilling to let her go, he let her sit on his lap, fearing that if he let go, she might disappear.
Sophie Smith didn’t think much of it, eating happily while sitting on him. He just looked at her indulgently, with nothing else in his eyes.
Being with Asher Land, Sophie Smith felt for the first time how wonderful it was, but this bliss did not last long.
At 10:20 in the morning, Oliver Johnson called her, saying he wanted to meet her.
"Oliver Johnson, let me make it clear, I won’t endure any more of your threats. If you continue to use my dad to threaten me, I’ll tell you, I will take legal actions. What you’re doing is illegal detention. Aren’t you afraid I’ll expose your vile acts to the media?" Overcome with anger, she spoke a lot in one breath.
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"You mean, you, you agree to let me see my dad?" She was somewhat stunned.
"Yes, after recent treatment, Uncle Smith’s health has improved significantly. I think you both can meet now."
Sophie Smith took a long time to process Oliver Johnson’s sudden change. He said nothing more and hung up quickly, sending a text with the time and place for their meeting.
Sophie Smith, eager, changed quickly, grabbed her car keys, and hurried to the meeting place.
In a quiet tea restaurant, Sophie Smith sat by the window, waiting anxiously. She realized it had really been a long time since she last saw Christopher Smith.
Her fingers tightly gripped the teacup, feeling both anxious and expectant.
She waited for a long time, and Christopher Smith hadn’t shown up yet. She couldn’t help but suspect that Oliver Johnson had stood her up again.
She took out her phone, tirelessly dialing Oliver Johnson’s number again and again.
"Little Sophie..." Sophie was waiting for the call to connect when she heard Christopher Smith’s voice.
She turned around in surprise and saw Christopher Smith being pushed into the tea restaurant in a wheelchair by a nurse.
"Dad, you scared me. I finally get to see you." Sophie quickly went over, thanked the nurse, and took over pushing Christopher’s wheelchair.