"Luke Land, why are you so shaless?" Eva Miller was a bit angry; she just detested Luke Land’s relentless pestering.
"I’ve already slept with another man, what more do you want from ?"
He should have a whole bunch of won surrounding him, she really couldn’t understand what he actually thought of her.
"Then we’re the sa." He chuckled lightly, his eyes full of arrogance and indifference, "You’ve slept with another man, and I’ve fooled around with many won; we’re just perfect for each other."
"..."
Eva Miller sneered internally; he seed to take pride in such trivial matters. So what if he had slept with many won?
"Luke Land, I’m telling you, I don’t treat emotions as casually as you do. You said you’ve played with many won, if I were with you, I’d fear catching sothing!" Eva lifted her head, a trace of disdain in her eyes, "Being with such an unclean man like you, I wouldn’t even know how I died; stop disgusting ."
Eva spoke very harshly, and Luke Land’s eyes were filled with disbelief. Although he knew this Little Chili had a sharp tongue, she had never spoken such words before.
Seeing the obvious hurt in Luke Land’s eyes, Eva felt she had achieved her goal.
"I’m leaving now. If you’re interested in , you should want the best for , and don’t let catch anything."
With that, she flicked her hair and left without paying attention to the ugly expression on Luke Land’s face, striding out quickly.
Luke Land stood under the soft and warm lamp light, his figure looking desolate.
"Third Young Master..." A maid walked over, seeing his off mood, wanting to offer so comfort.
After all, Luke Land was the master, and it was only natural for the servants to try to please him.
"Get lost!" The maid hadn’t yet approached when he barked at her, scaring her into taking several steps back.
Eva Miller’s words kept replaying in his mind.
Luke Land, I’m telling you, I don’t treat emotions as casually as you do. You said you’ve played with many won, if I were with you, I’d fear catching sothing.
Being with such an unclean man like you, I wouldn’t even know how I died; stop disgusting .
He kicked the coffee table, now burning with anger, temper so volatile he felt like killing soone.
The maid trembled at the side, afraid that he might take out his anger on her.
She knelt beside, her hands shaking as she picked up the scattered items from the ground.
Suddenly, a pair of large hands yanked her up, tossing her onto the sofa.
"Second Young Master, what, what are you going to do?"
"Shut up!" Luke Land’s eyes were full of impatience, and he reached to unbutton his shirt; when in a bad mood, what he needed most was an outlet.
With a forceful tug, he tore the maid’s clothes, and in an instant, he leaned over her.
"No, Second Young Master, let go!" The maid cried and whimpered, pressing against his firm chest in constant resistance to his next move.
"Why are you crying?" Luke Land seized her slender neck with one hand, sneering, "In a mont, you’ll be begging for it."
He released her, reaching to unfasten his belt.
In the hall, there were originally a few other maids who tactfully withdrew, fearing to disturb the Second Young Master ’at work’.
Just as they reached the door, they saw Eva Miller rushing towards the hall in a hurry.
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