Truly want to be good to her?
Her lips curled into a helpless bitter smile; if he were so domineering, forcibly being kind to her, she really couldn't bear it.
Sophie Smith ate a few bites of breakfast before preparing to go back to her room to rest.
Due to her sprained leg, every step she took brought a piercing pain to her foot.
Nanny Garcia saw her struggling and quickly, along with a maid, stepped forward to assist her.
She sat idly on the bed, staring dazedly at a potted plant by the window.
...
At noon, Asher Land, accompanied by senior officials from the company, attended a business luncheon.
The argument with Sophie Smith had put him in a bad mood, making him even more silent at the luncheon.
"President Land, does the food here not suit your taste? Shall I have someone redo it?" The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties, clearly trying hard to ingratiate himself with Asher Land.
