Sophie Smith's face quickly flushed red, burning hotly, feeling like she couldn't breathe.
She hung her head low, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. Her body was stiff as she sat there, pressing her lips together. Anyone could see the panic and unease in her heart at that moment.
Irene Morton smirked and continued speaking slowly, adding fuel to the fire.
"Sister Sophie, you must have been feeling empty for too long. It's understandable you have desires, but you should also consider how we feel. Last night, you didn't stop for a moment, did you? Could it be that Brother Asher served you well?"
Irene wasn't saying this for Sophie Smith to hear. She simply wanted others to know that, despite Miss Smith's demure and charming appearance, she was nothing more than a shameless woman in private.
Sure enough, after hearing Irene's words, the servants passing by in the restaurant lowered their heads, with various expressions on their faces.
