Sophie Smith dazedly glanced at the man supporting her, blinking her eyes.
Asher Land's handsome face seemed to merge with the man in front of her, Sophie reached out and linked her arm through his, murmuring softly.
"Oh, still coming into his arms, huh? She must be having fun tonight..." The stranger laughed heartily.
"Asher Land..." Sophie's head was extremely painful, and she instinctively grabbed the man's sleeve, fearing she didn't even have the strength to stand upright.
Then, when Asher Land rushed into the nightclub, he saw the scene that almost made him explode with anger.
Sophie, her whole body limp, collapsed into the arms of a stranger; drunk, with a flushed face, the smile at the corner of her mouth appeared increasingly enchanting.
Her soft, boneless body rubbed against the man's like a cat, the man catered to her, holding her in his arms, kissing and hugging.
With swift steps, Asher Land charged forward, swung his fist, and knocked the man to the ground.
