Irene Morton felt sowhat embarrassed by Asher Land’s cold sarcasm. She had spoken so clearly, yet he still had no feelings for her at all, and suddenly a deep sense of frustration welled up in her heart.
If it had been Sophie Smith lying in his bed just now, he would probably have pounced on her without hesitation.
Thinking nothing further, she simply took off all her clothes.
"Please have so self-respect." Asher Land’s tone was already a bit impatient. What kind of madness was she up to tonight?
Irene’s soft body was about to approach Asher Land, but unexpectedly, with a slight exertion of force from his large hand, she was pushed to the ground.
Irene felt utterly humiliated, having stripped bare, yet the man in front of her showed zero interest. She just squatted there on the cold floor, not getting up. The room wasn’t heated, and in this kind of weather, her body couldn’t help but shiver.
With no expression on his face, Asher Land pulled her up from the ground, picked up a nearby towel to wrap around her body, and then dragged her out of the master bedroom.
The door was slamd shut, causing quite a commotion.
Several servants living in the side rooms heard the noise and ca running out; they imdiately saw Irene standing in front of Asher Land’s door.
The servants glanced at each other, understanding a bit of what had transpired.
It was so late at night, yet Irene was disheveled, having been kicked out of the master bedroom by Asher Land. With a bit of thought, it wasn’t hard to figure out what happened.
Irene’s face looked sowhat unpleasant, her steps seed to be frozen in place, and she bit her lips hard; her eyes showed indescribable grievances and annoyance.
Tonight she had completely lost face, and the servants of the Land Family were all watching her joke.
"Miss Irene, you, what’s happened to you?" Hearing the noise, Nanny Garcia also ca running over.
"Nanny Garcia, Brother Asher, Brother Asher doesn’t want ." Irene’s voice was very small, her head bowed, and it seed like tears could fall at any mont.
"Miss Irene, why would you do such a foolish thing?" Nanny Garcia sighed deeply, "The young master only has Miss Smith in his heart now. By doing this, aren’t you just asking for trouble? If in the future, the young master has a grudge against you because of this, wouldn’t it be a loss that outweighs the gain?"
Nanny Garcia spoke with heartfelt concern.
Irene knew Nanny Garcia’s words were reasonable, yet she couldn’t bring herself to let go obediently. She had said she would compete with Sophie Smith, but from the current trend, it seed she hadn’t even reached the starting line before losing the qualification to compete.
Nanny Garcia draped her coat over Irene’s shoulders, then assisted her in returning to her room.
Ultimately, Irene couldn’t hold back, and tears fell down; she lay on the bed, covered by the quilt, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her mind seed to recall those days in Europe with him; back then, he wasn’t so heartless, he would drive her to school and then pick her up on ti after school.
She still rembered that he would buy whatever she wanted to eat without hesitation.
But now, his kindness was sothing she could never feel again.
Her small hand slid over her back, where there was a red mark; it was from taking two lashes for him. As ti passed, the mark was slowly fading; yet, she wished it could stay on her forever. At least that way, she would have sothing to cherish about those past mories.
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