Last night, Irene had a sleepless night and vaguely heard so "noises" from the master bedroom next door.
It was only six in the morning when she got up, changed into a set of casual sportswear, and tied her long curly hair into a ponytail. She started running laps around the Land Family’s private football field.
Sweat soaked through her back, and she bent over, standing there, gasping for breath.
Just as she was about to run a few more laps, a pair of n’s running shoes appeared in front of her.
She straightened up and looked up to find Luke Land standing before her, also dressed casually.
"Up early for a run, quite energetic, huh," Luke Land clicked his tongue in amazent.
Irene didn’t have much fondness for this playboy Luke and just gave a "hmph" before running off again.
"Why are you running so fast? You should jog slowly in the morning," he caught up with her in three strides, matching her pace.
"Did my third brother keep you up last night, giving you a poor night’s sleep? Look at those dark circles under your eyes..." Luke put on an all-knowing expression.
"Uncle, could you say less?" Irene glared at him grouchily. For soone in his thirties, was he really trying to hit on her?
Luke didn’t mind what she called him. Though he was thirty, at heart, he was eternally eighteen.
"Wanna move to my place? No matter how passionate my third brother gets at night, he won’t disturb you. Your guest room is right next to their master bedroom, so the soundproofing must be terrible."
"..."
Irene ran faster, determined to shake off Luke, but how could she outrun him? She was exhausted and couldn’t shake him off.
She gave up and simply sat on the grass, with Luke sitting next to her.
"Tell , why does Brother Asher not care about at all?" Irene suddenly felt wronged and began to vent, not caring who sat beside her. "How am I any worse than Sophie? Why does he ignore like this?"
"Maybe your bed skills aren’t as good as hers," Luke’s words were always unfiltered.
"You..." Irene snorted coldly, turned her head, and refused to look at Luke.
"But I can offer you so good advice. Maybe my third brother will fall for you,"
"What advice?" Irene suddenly had a glimr of hope in her eyes.
Luke, accustod to wandering among flowers, naturally leaned towards so rather unorthodox thods in his thinking.
"Aren’t you trying to get into my third brother’s bed? Just give him so drugs, and it’ll be easy, right?"
Actually, Luke wasn’t intending to sabotage Sophie and Asher Land’s relationship. But from the current situation, if Asher insisted on being with Sophie and ignored the old man’s words, he was slowly heading down Oscar Land’s path, which his brothers certainly didn’t want to see.
If Asher and Irene got together, maybe Nathan Land and Colton Morton would ease up, allowing them to deal with matters at hand more calmly.
But going by the usual ans, Irene getting into Asher’s bed was nearly impossible, especially since he’s currently only interested in that woman nad Sophie.
If it weren’t for the fact that he could get passionate with that woman at any ti, he would have thought his third brother had so kidney issues or sexual dysfunction.
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