Irene Morton felt somewhat embarrassed by Asher Land's cold sarcasm. She had spoken so clearly, yet he still had no feelings for her at all, and suddenly a deep sense of frustration welled up in her heart.
If it had been Sophie Smith lying in his bed just now, he would probably have pounced on her without hesitation.
Thinking nothing further, she simply took off all her clothes.
"Please have some self-respect." Asher Land's tone was already a bit impatient. What kind of madness was she up to tonight?
Irene's soft body was about to approach Asher Land, but unexpectedly, with a slight exertion of force from his large hand, she was pushed to the ground.
Irene felt utterly humiliated, having stripped bare, yet the man in front of her showed zero interest. She just squatted there on the cold floor, not getting up. The room wasn't heated, and in this kind of weather, her body couldn't help but shiver.
