CHAPTER 326: CHAPTER 322: YOU DID IT? (3)

"Asher Land, enough!" Sophie Smith unconsciously raised her voice. He was simply spouting nonsense, fabricating baseless facts!

"Mr. Johnson, did you know that Miss Smith is interested in you?"

How long does he plan to keep up this nonsense?

"Why don’t I tell you about some of her peculiar preferences, just in case you two might have a chance together?" He curved his lips, ignoring Sophie’s pale face.

"In bed, she likes men to be gentle, so never be rough with her. She has many sensitive spots, like her ears, neck, and chest. Oh, and she dislikes certain positions. If you want to try something a bit more exciting..."

"Asher Land, how can you be so shameless!" Sophie couldn’t bear to listen any longer, her ears and cheeks flushed bright red. She picked up a sofa cushion and threw it at him.

She didn’t even bother putting on her shoes and ran downstairs. Asher glanced at Oliver Johnson — good, his face was also unsightly. This was exactly the method Asher wanted to use to put an end to Oliver’s thoughts about Sophie.

She was his woman; her body and heart were not for Oliver Johnson to touch.

"If you’re not going to chase after her, then I will." Asher stood up a step ahead of Oliver and walked downstairs.

Sophie ran far away, the cold wind blowing against her face, yet it couldn’t quell the heat on it.

"Asher the pervert, damn pervert!" she couldn’t help but curse out loud. After what he said, how could she ever face Oliver again?

If he wasn’t ashamed, she certainly was!

She sat on a bench in the community, without taking a coat, trembling slightly. However, she was now determined not to see Oliver again.

"Cough, cough..." She couldn’t help but cough a few times.

Under the yellowish streetlamp, a tall figure appeared in front of her.

She turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

"I thought I was being kind just now. Why, are you angry?"

Asher asked knowingly.

Kind? More like heartless!

"What nonsense are you talking about? In which of your eyes do you see that I’m interested in Oliver Johnson?"

Oh, none? That suited him even better.

"I was just afraid he’d be interested in you." His face showed a harmless smile. "Besides, was anything I said wrong?"

"You..." Sophie struggled to restrain the urge to slap him. "I don’t want to talk to you."

He didn’t mind. He knew she was thin-skinned.

Her body shivered uncontrollably. Seeing this, Asher took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"I don’t want it." She took the coat off and threw it back to him.

"Throwing a tantrum?" He raised an eyebrow, just about to reach for her hand, but she reflexively dodged.

He felt the coldness of her hand.

He frowned and, ignoring her resistance, picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

No matter how she struggled, it was of no use. He carried her to the community’s underground parking lot, found his car, and placed her in the back seat.

Just as she was about to get out, he locked the car door.

"Asher Land, what exactly do you want to do?" she asked, a bit helplessly.

"What do I want to do?" He hooked his lips, "I want to make love! A car shake, isn’t it exciting just to think about it?"

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