"Who are you? Do you need sothing from ?" Sophie Smith’s tone was sowhat uncertain as she leaned her body against the cold wall, her legs sowhat weak. The atmosphere was truly too eerie.
For a long ti, no one responded to her.
Her hand touched the doorknob, just about to open it, when she heard footsteps approaching.
The person on the sofa stood up, extinguished the cigarette, and walked towards her.
Her hand froze there, unable to make the next move.
In the darkness, she could feel the air around her filled with a sense of danger.
"You... who are you?" She couldn’t help but speak again, the feeling of being oppressed made her sowhat unable to breathe, but...
It felt incredibly familiar.
She cald her inner fears, steadied herself, reached out her hand, and then made a bold decision.
Her small hand reached the face of the person in front of her, her cold fingertips tracing along the contours of his face, as if trying to feel sothing carefully. The person in front of her did not reject her ’wanton action,’ suddenly, she withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.
"Asher Land..." Her voice was sowhat hoarse and trembled uncontrollably.
It was him, it must be him.
She pressed the light switch again, but there was still no light. It seed that soone had deliberately turned off the main power.
She took out her phone again, just about to shine so light, but the phone was snatched away by the person in front of her and, with a throw, it was flung far away.
"Asher Land, I know it’s you, you ca back for , didn’t you?" She could mistake anyone else, but she would never mistake him. His aura seed to have lded into her blood, etched into her mind.
He had seen her in the parking lot.
Today, he and Luke Land ca to et a famous headhunter in the industry. After the cooperative discussion, they were about to leave. At that ti, he was sitting in the car with Irene Morton, the driver hadn’t started the car yet, and he saw her get off a van with Eva Miller and a few other won, chatting and laughing.
She lingered outside the car for a few minutes, their eyes t for a second, and he felt as if his heart was about to stop.
Seeing her leave and walk farther away, he didn’t think much and got out of the car too.
He went to the surveillance room, observing her every move.
It turned out, she was here to entertain a man. Although she’s the representative of Golden Era, still, thinking of it stirred an inexplicable feeling inside him.
Later, he saw a man dragging her into a billiard room, the man making unwanted advances on her. Unable to bear it, he instructed the club manager to call her out.
In fact, he wasn’t yet ready to face her.
He didn’t know, in the four years he had disappeared, whether there was still a place for him in her heart?
...
Perhaps, he had a way to regain a sense of existence, huh, although it was a bit vulgar.
He picked her up horizontally and placed her on the sofa.
For a mont, Sophie Smith couldn’t react. Could he pick her up now?
Could it be that his left hand had recovered?
"Asher Land, is your hand better? Can you let see you, just for a mont, I beg you..." She grabbed the cuff of his shirt, refusing to let go.
He nonchalantly brushed her hand away, then started to unbutton his shirt.
She heard the slight sound of clothes being unbuttoned, and the sound of a belt hitting the floor with the sound of tal clinking...
"Asher Land..."
Her tone was sowhat flustered. Although she couldn’t see his face, she repeatedly and resolutely called his na.
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