CHAPTER 205: CHAPTER 205: HOW LONG WILL THIS GO ON (PART 2)

Her exquisite, beautiful face flashed with a touch of red, and her eyes were evasive, a sign that she was lying.

He half-squinted his handsome eyes and pressed again.

"Did you handle this wound yourself?"

"It was me!" She impatiently pulled back her hand. Who handled it, what does it matter?

"Sophie Smith,..."

"I don’t want to hear you talk."

She admitted she was indeed provoked today. When a group of sleazy men was gossiping about her behind her back, she felt greatly humiliated.

She was in a bad mood now, a very bad mood.

"Don’t want to hear me talk?" He curled his lips, "On the contrary, I have a lot to say."

Damn it! He just wanted to deliberately go against her.

"Then what do you want to say?" She sneered self-deprecatingly, "Do you want to discuss my bed skills with me?"

She turned the gossip she heard in the restroom back on him.

Asher Land’s face turned pale, but he quickly regained his composure.

So she was angry about this. He originally wanted to step out and teach those people a lesson, but she didn’t allow it.

"Just talking about this is useless. It’s better to practice in real life."

"Asher Land!"

Couldn’t he let her win just once?

Just as the tension between the two was rising, Irene Morton pushed the door open and came in.

"Brother Asher, Sister Sophie, I have something really happy I want to share with you."

"What?"

He stood up and sat beside her, his hand restlessly wrapping around her waist, looking very intimate.

"I’m going back to Europe."

"Irene, what are you talking about?"

Sophie Smith was a bit puzzled. Irene loved staying by Asher Land’s side — that was obvious to anyone. So her saying she was returning to Europe wasn’t something to be happy about at all.

"I’ve really disturbed you during this time. I’ve been staying here for so long and caused you a lot of inconvenience."

The more Sophie Smith listened, the more confused she became. Irene’s character was always lively. Why was she talking about such melancholy topics today?

She turned her head to look at Asher Land and found that his face didn’t show much expression.

Irene Morton felt a pang of disappointment. She was purposely testing Asher Land with these words. She wanted to gauge her weight in his heart. She originally thought that given Asher Land’s previous affection for her, he certainly wouldn’t let her leave Eastern City to return to Europe. But now, how could he say nothing, leaving her in an awkward position? Did it mean she really had to go back to Europe?

She naturally didn’t want to, but since she had already spoken, she could only follow through with what she had said earlier.

"I know Brother Asher must feel that my staying here is a bother, so it’s better for me to leave. I don’t want Brother Asher to have any complaints about me."

Asher Land suspiciously examined Irene Morton. What’s with this girl today? Did she take the wrong medicine?

"Did I ever say you were a bother to us?"

"You didn’t say it, but you definitely thought it. You just can’t wait for me to leave so you can have a world of two with Sister Sophie!" Irene pouted, looking unhappy.

"Don’t twist my words. Your staying here won’t bankrupt me, and I don’t want you to leave." Despite his words, his tone was gentle; perhaps that was the difference in treatment between her and Irene Morton.

"Are you serious?" Irene blinked her adorable big eyes. Hearing him say this, she was indeed relieved. She had thought she really had to go back to Europe!

"Yes." He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and slowly spoke, "But you must remember, after ten o’clock at night, you’re not allowed to knock on my room door anymore."

Several times, while he was immersed in moments of indulgence with her, Irene Morton disrupted by knocking on the door, ruining his good time.