He drew near to her, his thin lips kissed away a tear from the corner of her eye, gentle and soft, then covered her tender lips.
Sophie Smith hesitated slightly, not knowing whether she should cooperate with him.
"Sophie." He frowned discontentedly, seemingly dissatisfied with her distraction.
"Don’t tell , you’ve even forgotten how to kiss?"
"..."
Even if she hadn’t learned, he was skilled enough; quickly, a kiss from him aroused her.
Asher Land, truly a master in matters of the heart.
"Let’s go inside..." she whispered, blushing.
"It’s the sa everywhere."
"..."
He expertly undid her clothes, just about to undo his own, when her phone rang.
He naturally felt irritated, reached out and silenced her phone.
But within a minute, the phone rang again.
Impatiently, he answered the call, put it on speaker, tossed it aside, and continued unbuttoning his shirt.
"Mommy, you forgot to pick up from school again today." The voice from the other end was Alexander’s child-like voice.
Mommy?
Asher Land’s hand stopped on his shirt buttons, stunned, unable to regain his composure for a mont.
"Sorry, Alexander." Sophie was slightly breathless as she hurriedly picked up the clothes Asher Land had undressed, ready to put them back on.
"Alexander, wait another half an hour, mommy will co right away to pick you up, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." Sophie sincerely felt she was a terribly inadequate mother.
"If you’re busy, you don’t have to co, I can call Uncle Davis, he’ll co pick up."
"No, I’m... I’m not busy..." Sophie glanced at Asher Land beside her, a hint of difficulty on her face.
She didn’t know what he was thinking now, but if possible, she wanted to pick up Alexander and let him et his father. It was the perfect opportunity, wasn’t it?
She moved the phone away and softly asked him.
"Would you like to et your son?"
Son?
Asher Land’s handso face suddenly seed sowhat disheartened.
Son, will he recognize him?
"Asher Land, please et Alexander." Sophie’s tone carried a hint of plea.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of, as if years later, before his woman, before his son, he had beco a little cowardly.
Was it inferiority?
The current him, just like an invalid, no difference; honestly, he wasn’t even sure how much longer he would live.
The last ti he was hospitalized because of a relapse was only two weeks ago.
The examination result was, the car accident had led to brain hemorrhage compressing nerves, possibly causing muscle atrophy...
"Asher Land..." Sophie saw him dazed, gently nudged his arm.
Seeing her eager eyes, he couldn’t bear to refuse any longer,
He indeed really wanted to see his son after all. After four years, he didn’t even know what his son looked like.
He buttoned up his undone shirt buttons one by one, "Let’s go, I’ll go with you to pick him up."
"You agreed?" Sophie was montarily ecstatic, her lips involuntarily curling upward.
Asher Land didn’t answer, but his actions already spoke for themselves. This awkward man, was only going to see his son, yet he seed so nervous?
.........
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