Fine.
Asher Land truly feels now that his tolerance is extraordinarily large; to him, her shouting and yelling seem to an nothing.
He still doesn’t get angry; he just reaches out to lift her skirt and moves his hand between her legs.
Sophie Smith pushes him away and, raising her hand, gives him a heavy slap.
The crisp sound echoes prominently in the silent room.
"You hit ?" His fair face instantly shows five bright red finger marks.
In his mory, this is the second ti she slapped him.
The first ti was because of Wyatt Sterling.
It was when she was filming Angel City, and there was so ambiguity between him and Wyatt Sterling. Angry, he took her ho and said so harsh words, and when he was unprepared, she slapped him.
This ti, it still couldn’t avoid being related to Wyatt Sterling.
He actually had a premonition that she would hit him this ti, but he didn’t dodge at all.
Her hitting him, scolding him, on the contrary, made him feel a bit relieved inside.
Tonight, she was determined to leave here, but he wouldn’t allow it so easily; both their personalities were so stubborn, and neither wanted to easily compromise in this incident.
His tall figure blocked the doorway, leaving Sophie without any chance to escape.
"Is it interesting?" Sophie raised her eyes, her calm gaze sweeping over him.
She knew she never could be a match for Asher Land.
In that instant, she seed to give up all resistance; she lay back on the bed, covering her body with the blanket, and turned on her side, with her back facing the man still standing at the door.
Asher Land knew, this was already her greatest concession.
He said nothing more; in front of her, he removed his clothes and put on a robe.
Gently, he got into bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside her.
The mont Sophie touched his warm skin, she instinctively moved her body to the side, keeping a little distance from him.
Asher Land’s lips curved into a wry smile upon seeing her keep moving to the side; one more move and she’d likely be sleeping on the floor.
Having no choice, he sensibly kept a distance from her.
Thus, they lay on the bed apart, one on each side, as if separated by the Milky Way Galaxy.
Recently, Sophie’s ntal state has been consistently poor, with very little sleep each day, sotis staying awake all through the night.
Originally, she intended to leave after Asher Land fell asleep, but without waiting for him to sleep, she fell asleep first herself.
He lounged on the bed, propping his head up with one hand, watching her side, observing her peaceful sleeping face, listening to her even breathing.
In that instant, he felt all his previous anxiety and restlessness lt away.
"Senior Brother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."
Suddenly, it’s as if she’s caught in a nightmare, her entire body curls up, trembling violently.
"Sophie?" He softly calls her na, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her body as if to calm her, but it has no effect on her dreaming state.
"I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I hard you, ..."
She repetitively murmurs "sorry" over and over.
Sweat on her forehead and tears at the corners of her eyes run down her delicate, exquisite face, causing a pang of pain in his heart.
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