Asher Land sat down on the sofa, his long legs crossed. He slightly raised his head and sharply glanced in Eva Miller's direction, causing her to instinctively step back two steps.
"So, what you're saying is, you admit he's your husband?"
"Of course." Upon hearing Asher Land's query, Eva Miller no longer worried about whether she feared Luke Land. She raised her head and replied firmly.
"Therefore, I hope President Land, you won't have designs on him anymore. I absolutely won't agree to him 'marrying' the Middle East princess, because he is my..."
Sometimes, Eva Miller could be so naive that her intelligence seemed to hit negative numbers. Even when hearing something that was obviously false, she would believe it.
After all, Asher Land was a person with a relatively normal worldview; how could he possibly ask his brother to do such a thing?
