Asher Land erged from the bathroom to find Irene Morton sitting on his bed, eyeing him with a seductive look.
She wore a sheer white lace nightgown, her full bust faintly visible.
"What perverse gas are you looking to play?" he cast a cold glance at her and shook his head.
Perverse gas?
Irene felt her face flush with embarrassnt after his comnt.
"Brother Asher, didn’t you and Sister Sophie often play these perverse gas before?" she forced an innocent smile, "Play with today, okay?"
"Irene, have you no sha? Are you begging a man to have sex with you?" He curled his lips into a mocking smile, unwilling to spare her another glance.
"I would only beg you, Brother Asher." She stood up from the bed, her soft body leaning towards him, "Last ti, we cooperated quite well..."
Last ti?
"Do you still have the nerve to ntion last ti?" He let out a cold laugh, pushing her away with eyes full of disgust.
"Didn’t you get enough pleasure last ti?" Irene continued to use her clinging tactics, holding onto his arm, "This ti, I’ll attend to you even better."
"Enough is enough." Once again, he impatiently pushed her away. He didn’t want to say anything more heartless. After all, Irene used to genuinely care for him, and perhaps she still did. Every ti in front of Nathan Land, she would always shield him. He wasn’t so cold-hearted; he at least felt gratitude towards her. If only she wasn’t obsessively trying to beco his wife, perhaps there could still be a sibling bond between them.
"I don’t want to stop." Fearlessly, she stood before him, raising her head to look up at him. She knew if she continued with any more excessive actions, he would surely lose his temper, but now she didn’t fear any of that.
In the past, he wouldn’t lose his temper with her.
Later, when they were in Eastern City, occasionally he would get angry with her; at those tis, she would be sowhat afraid.
Now, he almost seed on the verge of fury daily in front of her, but honestly, she had grown shaless enough to fear nothing anymore.
"Brother Asher, now I just want to fulfill the duties a wife should to her husband." She let her nightgown fall, slipping slowly down her shapely, alluring figure to her ankles.
Asher Land forced himself to hold back his anger, repeatedly instructing himself silently not to lose his temper with her.
He bent down, picked up her discarded nightgown, and helped her put it back on.
Irene was slightly stunned; he hadn’t yelled at her?
"Can you see now? Even if you stand naked before , I still have no reaction." He curled his lips, "So don’t waste your efforts trying to please a man who has no interest in you. Doing so just deans yourself."
His tone was exceptionally gentle, like an elder patiently advising her.
She lowered her head, as if pondering sothing.
"Have you figured it out? If you have, then go back to your room to sleep. It’s getting late."
He walked around her body and lay straight down on the bed.
Indeed, she had figured it out, although what she realized was different from what he ant.
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