"Brother Asher, just let me stay here with you..." Irene Morton's voice was soft, making Luke Land's legs go weak.
"Impossible." Asher Land responded decisively.
"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm used to clinging to you, you can't get rid of me." Irene Morton continued nonchalantly, disregarding Asher Land's attitude.
"Hey, Sophie, why don't you come stay at my place? It's spacious and bright there..." Luke Land wasn't sure if his brain had been fried, suggesting such a lousy idea.
"Luke Land, shut up!" Asher Land roared.
Sophie Smith inhaled deeply, exhaled, and tried to calm herself. She knew now wasn't the time for jealousy or to quarrel with Asher Land.
She put down the magazine in her hands, turned around, and started walking towards the second floor.
Without a second thought, Asher Land shook off Irene Morton's hand and followed her upstairs.
"Are you mad?" He embraced her waist like he wanted to please her, asking softly in her ear.
