Alright, Luke Land has never been a hesitant person, so he’ll just say it straight.
"Don’t be mad at Asher right now, and don’t put on such a gloomy face. Even if Asher and Irene had a thing, you should learn to be more open about it. Look at Irene; you sleep in the sa bed with Asher every day, yet she hasn’t said a word."
This is what Irene said yesterday. Although he had retaliated against her words at the ti, it’s funny how he’s now using them to talk to Sophie Smith.
Sophie lowered her head, a faint, invisible helplessness on her lips. So this is what Luke Land wanted to tell her.
"Luke Land, seriously, why are you being so nagging first thing in the morning!" Asher Land glanced at him impatiently, feeling slightly annoyed.
"I’m just stating the objective facts. I even considered telling the old man and Colton Morton about your past with Irene. That way, they’ll ease up on you for a while..."
"Are you fucking done yet?" Asher Land strode up to Luke Land, grabbing his collar with his right hand. "Try telling the old man and see what happens."
"You’ve already done it. Why wouldn’t I dare?" This ti, Luke Land didn’t seem too intimidated, raising his head to look Asher Land in the eyes.
"Stop fighting." Sophie frowned, a bit displeased. She pulled a chair and walked over, guiding Asher back to the dining table to sit down.
"I never said I was mad. Second brother, I know what you’re saying." Sophie stirred her milk with her head down for a long ti before looking up with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. "Do I really look jealous or angry now?"
Um, ...
Luke Land looked at her as if she were a rare creature. Hmm, she didn’t seem mad.
But Asher Land felt inexplicably stifled and uncomfortable hearing these words. What does she an by ’Do I really look jealous or angry now?’
Shouldn’t she be jealous, shouldn’t she be angry?
"Well, as long as you’re not jealous. Alright, everyone, let’s continue to get along harmoniously as if nothing ever happened," Luke Land said with a smile.
But gradually, Sophie and Asher stopped talking, and the atmosphere grew colder and more oppressive...
"Well, I’m full. I’m leaving first..."
Luke Land sensed the unease and quickly made his getaway.
"I’m full too; I’m going upstairs first," Sophie said, just about to get up, but he grabbed her hand.
"I’m not finished yet, don’t go."
"If you’re not finished, take your ti. Why do I need to stay here?"
"I just want you to keep company."
"Boring!"
Her face looked sowhat displeased. Asher Land frowned, thinking that she usually wouldn’t treat him like this. She knew his left hand was inconvenient, so during breakfast, she would always stay by his side, attending to him diligently and even sitting on his lap and feeding him bite by bite at tis...
But today, her attitude was different, so what does that an?
"Sophie, you’re jealous, you’re mad," he asserted confidently.
"I’m not."
"You are."
"Asher Land, I said I’m not. How many tis do I have to say it?"
Hearing her raise her voice, his mood instantly improved a lot. Finally, she’s not acting like a wooden puppet. Honestly, seeing her express her annoyance actually made him feel a lot better.
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