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.
