Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 534 - 530: There’s a Reaction, Is That So? (1)

"Luke, you..."

"Don’t be angry, I’m just speaking the truth." Luke shrugged and strode out of the hall, leaving Irene fuming at her spot, stomping her foot.

...

Asher Land stood at the bathroom door, waiting for a long time, but the sound of water inside hadn’t stopped.

"Sophie, are you done yet? It’s been really long." He couldn’t help but worry, extending his hand to push the door open, only to find it locked from the inside.

"Sophie, open the door!"

"If you don’t open it, I will..."

Before he finished the sentence, the door clicked open. Sophie stood before him, barefoot, wrapped in a towel.

"I’m not done showering yet."

Her hands still had some soap foam, and her hair was dripping wet.

Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand; he had gotten too anxious seeing she hadn’t come out for so long...

"Then go on with your shower, but don’t lock the door."

Noticing the worry in his eyes, she said nothing more, nodded silently, and closed the door, not even securing it tight.

About ten minutes later, she finally came out.

She wore a knee-length light blue nightgown, and as he glanced at her, he noticed a faint red scar on her leg, looking freshly scabbed.

"What happened here?" His fingers brushed her nightgown up slightly, "Why would you get it wet if you have a wound?"

"It’s nothing." Sophie stepped back a few paces. This scar was from when Nolan Davis’s car accidentally hit her last time; it was just a scrape, nothing serious. After a few days, it was mostly healed.

She lowered her gaze, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Seeing her expressionless face made him feel unbearably suffocated.

He realized she was now guarded against him.

She hated him, hated him for getting involved with Irene, but why wouldn’t she express what was in her heart? Keeping it bottled up inside was torturing both herself and him.

"Sophie, please, don’t be so cold to me, okay? What must I do to get your forgiveness?"

She continued her silence.

"Sophie, I’m begging you, say something, will you?"

"Asher, I...I really have nothing to say..." Her lips maintained a gentle smile that made him want to tear it apart, "Irene is your fiancée; sooner or later, you both will..."

He let out a cold laugh, sitting down on the sofa.

"Sophie, Sophie, you truly are a generous woman." A trace of helplessness curved at his lips.

She said nothing more and lay down on the bed, pulling the quilt tight around herself, turning her back to him.

Suddenly, her body was pulled up, and Asher’s sullen face loomed large in her eyes.

His kisses descended like a storm, devoid of gentleness, tinged with roughness, tracing her pale neck before biting heavily.

"Uh..." She felt the pain and let out a murmur.

"Reacting now, aren’t you?" Seeing her frowning, a sign of emotion finally appearing on her face.

With a bit of force from his right hand, he tore off her thin gauze nightdress, pressing her beneath him, leaving marks with a hint of vengeance on every tender spot of her skin.

It hurt, it truly hurt...

She bit her lip, restraining herself from making any sound.

Seeing her enduring so much, he couldn’t help but get even angrier. In the absence of any mental preparation on her part, without her being completely ready for his desire, he brutally penetrated her body.

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