The next morning, Asher Land walked into Irene Morton's room and tossed a set of clothes onto her bed.
"Put these on." he said simply.
Irene looked at the pretty clothes on the bed, a little puzzled, and shifted her gaze onto him.
"Didn't you want to go out yesterday? What, changed your mind today?" he countered.
"You agreed to keep me company for three days?" Irene's voice trembled a little with excitement, and there was finally some expression on her face.
Asher just nodded.
Irene happily picked up the clothes Asher had brought her and went into the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, glanced at his watch, and began patiently waiting for her.
Irene fussed around in the bathroom for a long time. She thought, Asher finally agreed to this, she had to cherish it properly.
She lifted her eyes to look at herself in the mirror—she was far too haggard, too wretched. She reached out and rubbed her puffy eyes, unable to stop herself from frowning.
