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.
...
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?
