After about twenty minutes, he finally finished helping her bathe. Keeping her from falling was one thing, but then he also had to use a towel to dry her body; he was nearly exhausted by it all.
"Try drinking again next ti." His lips were at her ear, speaking through gritted teeth.
"I—I want to drink; it has nothing to do with you..." Sophie, subconsciously, was already opposing him, speaking indistinctly. Despite her unclear words, Asher understood her.
His face darkened instantly, and with a cold snort, he directly tossed her onto the bed.
Her small body sunk into the warm and soft bed, she turned over and began to enjoy her sleep.
Asher was also sowhat tired, his body reclining onto the bed.
Sophie suddenly seed to realize sothing and struggled to sit up.
"What do you want to do now?" Can’t he get a mont’s rest?
"I can’t sleep with you, I’ve told you, before marriage, there needs to be separate rooms..." Sophie muttered, eyes downcast.
Asher’s mouth twitched, his expression rigid. Does being drunk have to be this earnest?
"We’ll separate tomorrow, today you just sleep here..."
Asher gently coaxed, extending his long arm to pull her back beside him, but Sophie stoutly refused.
"Let tell you, Asher Land, no marriage, no touching!" Sophie was rather firm, but re grit wasn’t enough.
"Sophie, don’t push to use force." As Asher felt himself nearing the end of his patience.
After bathing, Sophie’s mind seed clearer, she rubbed her head and then fixed her gaze on Asher.
"How are you going to force ? Rape ?" Sophie sneered, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you?"
They’re not married now, why should she have relations with him?
"Report ? Sophie, is your brain waterlogged?"
Asher’s temper flared up too; originally, he didn’t want to argue with her, but she kept pushing again and again, isn’t this ridiculous?
"Yes, my brain is waterlogged, so what? Asher Land, don’t make hate you!"
Sophie felt really aggrieved; her nose tingled, eyes reddening, she bit her lip, purposefully suppressing her feelings.
Asher’s body stiffened a bit; she said, Asher, don’t make hate you...
He really hadn’t expected her to say such things to him today, if she truly hated him,...
He didn’t dare to imagine the consequences.
"Sophie, can you stop making trouble, okay?" His tone was rather helpless.
"I’m not making trouble." Sophie felt she was completely sober now, so every word she spoke was sincere.
"Dating without the intention of marriage is just ssing around; Asher Land, you’re just ssing around with !"
"..."
Sophie’s small hands clenched into fists, the words Eva Miller spoke to her surfacing in her mind.
"When a woman brings up marriage herself and you still don’t agree, I’m already in my mid-twenties, with a child in tow, what are you waiting for, Asher Land? I’ll tell you seriously one more ti, no marriage, we—we will break up..." Sophie repeated Eva Miller’s words, verbatim to Asher.
Marrying him was really crucial, very crucial to her right now.
The surprise in Asher’s eyes couldn’t be concealed, he opened his lips, but was silent for a long while.
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