"I'm fine." He opened the car door and walked outside.
Just last night, he had flown from the United States to Eastern City, and it seemed his body hadn't yet recovered from the long flight.
In the past, even if he flew continuously across several cities and countries, he had no problem at all, not even needing to adjust for jet lag, remaining energetic as ever.
But this time, even after only a seven-hour flight, he was somewhat fatigued.
Irene quickened her pace and followed him.
The housekeeper came out to greet the new owner of the house.
"Miss Morton, Mr. Land." The servants stood in a row, all bowing respectfully.
"I'm going upstairs to take a shower first. No need to wait for me for dinner; I can't eat." Asher Land finished speaking and prepared to head to the upstairs bathroom.
"Brother Asher, do you need my help?" Irene grabbed his strong arm, her eyes curving like a crescent moon, "It's been so long since I helped you shower, let me help you today."
