CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 204: HOW LONG WILL THIS GO ON (PART 1)

Actually, she wasn’t so fragile; this little injury was nothing much to her.

Oliver Johnson took her to a nearby hospital for wound cleaning.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson." Sophie Smith sat in the car, with a hint of apology on her face, "You should hurry to the social event, don’t let me be the reason for..."

"It’s okay." Before she finished, he interrupted, "Social events are quite boring anyway, it doesn’t matter if I go or not."

Sophie Smith didn’t know what to say, she just silently lowered her head and looked at the darkened phone screen.

"You’re waiting for a call?" Oliver Johnson felt that he could never quite figure out the woman in front of him. She had a beautiful appearance and a calm mind, always maintaining a certain distance from people, giving him the feeling of being able to admire from afar but not intrude.

"Oh, no." She discreetly tucked the phone into her handbag.

She didn’t even know what she was expecting, would she dare to hope Asher Land might call and apologize?

Perhaps, he didn’t even think he was at fault. After all, he only made her his woman, and those rumors were not his to control.

But how long were they going to maintain this relationship?

Oliver Johnson didn’t drive back to the location of the social event; he merely asked where her home was, seemingly wanting to take her back.

Sophie Smith found it hard to refuse, and so she gave him the address of the Land Family’s villa.

A fleeting expression of surprise passed through Oliver Johnson’s eyes, but he quickly resumed his usual calm demeanor.

He drove her to the entrance of the Land Family’s villa. Naturally, he knew who owned this house, for who else could live in the best part of Eastern City?

Sophie Smith got out of the car and thanked Oliver Johnson before walking inside.

He sat in the car, watching as a servant came out to greet her and escorted her into the house.

A slight smile played at the corner of his mouth, and then he turned the car around.

...

"Miss Smith, why did you come back so early? Didn’t you say there was a shooting schedule?" Nanny Garcia asked with some confusion.

"The shooting went quite smoothly, so we finished early." Sophie Smith changed into a pair of comfortable shoes and walked towards the upstairs.

"Oh." Nanny Garcia responded and went back to her work.

Just turning around, she saw the figure of the young master.

"Young master, weren’t you going to a social event? How come you came back so early too?" Nanny Garcia was puzzled, the young master and Miss Smith left one after the other, and now returned one after the other, what a coincidence.

"Also?" Asher Land knew she had to be back. He couldn’t find her at the social event, so he lost interest in socializing and returned home directly.

"Where is she?"

"Oh, Miss Smith just went upstairs, she looked quite tired."

He didn’t say anything else, just took long strides upstairs.

Sophie Smith sat listlessly on the sofa, rubbing her swollen ankles from wearing high heels.

The door suddenly opened, and Sophie Smith reflexively lifted her head, looking towards the door.

Two seconds later, she lowered her head again, continuing to rub her swollen ankles.

He approached her and crouched down in front of her.

"What do you want to do?"

Her vigilance was high, and she was about to stand up but he pressed down on her body.

"Am I going to sell you, or kill you? Are you really so afraid of me getting close?" He raised an eyebrow, pulled her hand over, looked at it carefully, and found that the wound on her hand had already been treated.

"Did you handle it yourself?" He asked, holding her hand.

"Who else could have done it?" She couldn’t help but lie in front of him.