Chapter 257 - 253: A Bold Decision (1)
Now it was Sophie Smith’s turn to stammer; she hadn’t expected Oliver Johnson to be so adept at verbal sparring.
"Alright, I won’t make things difficult for you. I really should leave; a man and woman alone in a room—I’m afraid I might lose control."
Before leaving, Oliver Johnson couldn’t resist joking with her, making Sophie blush again. It seemed she was truly thin-skinned.
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Land Family Villa.
Tonight, Sophie Smith didn’t return home, which suddenly improved Irene Morton’s mood.
After dinner, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She dried her still damp hair, lifted her eyes, and looked at herself in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror had a beautiful face, with rosy lips and white teeth, and the after-bath effect gave her a seductive aura.
She never thought she was inferior to Sophie Smith: she had the body, she had the looks, so why didn’t he have the slightest interest in her?
A bold decision flashed through her mind. She curled her lips in a smile; she refused to believe that as a normal man, he wouldn’t be moved by her?
She painstakingly selected from her wardrobe and finally chose a sheer nightgown that accentuated her superb figure.
She really was determined this time; if he wanted her, then she definitely had a chance.
The hallway on the second floor was silent; it was already late, and the servants had long gone to bed, so she walked towards his room with impunity.
His door was ajar. She quietly pushed it open, only to find the room devoid of his presence, with the sound of running water from the bathroom indicating he was showering.
A blush unconsciously spread across Irene Morton’s face as she thought of what might happen next, causing her heartbeat to accelerate.
She took off her shoes, and the bed seemed to carry a distinctive masculine scent, enough to stir unease and turmoil within her inexperienced heart.
She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and suddenly the water stopped. She heard the sound of the door opening.
Asher Land halted a few steps away from her.
A small figure with its back to him—could it be Sophie Smith had returned?
"It seems you can’t quite resist loneliness," he smirked triumphantly, walked over to her side, lay down, and embraced Irene Morton from behind.
"Without me beside you, can you not fall asleep?" Asher Land’s words carried a hint of innuendo; he was convinced the person in bed was Sophie Smith, making his actions even more excessive.
Irene Morton’s body had already softened; he used a little force to turn her around.
"It’s you!" Asher Land seemed shocked and hurriedly jumped out of bed.
"What are you doing?" Asher Land’s face was stern, his tone full of questioning.
"Brother Asher..." Irene Morton’s voice trembled erratically; Asher’s casual movements had caused her body to lose control.
Irene Morton got down, approaching him.
"Put on your clothes quickly." His tone was somewhat severe.
He really hadn’t expected Irene Morton to be so bold, daring to climb into his bed?
"Brother Asher, I’m a woman too. I’m, I’m not inferior to Sister Sophie." Irene Morton looked pitifully, "Wouldn’t you want me?"
"Ha, want you?" He sneered, eyes full of disdain, "I think I, Asher Land, haven’t reached the point where I jump on every woman I see."