Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 932 - 928: When She Turns Heartless, It’s Terrifying (Part 1)
Sophie Smith dug deeper with her nails, and Asher Land kissed more passionately. For a moment, Sophie felt she was about to suffocate.
Between them, it was like a mutual revenge.
The director was very satisfied with this effect, but he secretly pitied President Land.
Looking at the bleeding back, it must have been so painful!
"Cut!" The director called out again, but this time it was perfect, without any flaws, the emotions were spot on...
"President Land, are you alright..." The director quickly instructed those around him, "Hurry and call the doctor to come clean the wound."
"There’s no need." His voice was icy, "Everyone leave."
"But, President Land, your wound..."
"I’m fine."
Could her scratching actually take his life?
Everyone left in unison. Sophie, underneath him, lifted her head and glanced behind him, seeing everyone had left. Only then did she use force to push the man on top of her away.
Actually, with her strength, she couldn’t move him an inch, but he cooperated by leaning in the direction she pushed.
She picked up the towel beside her and tightly wrapped it around her body.
Her gaze inadvertently fell on his side, her expression stiffening.
The marks on his body, were truly her ’handiwork’?
Seems a bit exaggerated.
The corner of his lips was bitten by her, with blood seeping out, his back bore uneven scratch marks with traces of blood...
She was going to say something, but on second thought, she shouldn’t speak to him now.
First, regarding Wyatt Sterling, she couldn’t forgive him, and second, he willingly decided to shoot this scene today, so it’s not her fault he’s injured.
She was just too immersed in the act.
Asher Land didn’t say much more and simply took his shirt from the side and put it on. The white shirt touched the wound and instantly stained red.
Sophie frowned tightly, her small hand forming a fist. If Asher didn’t see wrong, there was likely concern for him in her eyes.
"Feeling guilty?" He slowly approached her, "If you’re feeling guilty..."
"Asher Land!" She scoffed, "Don’t overestimate yourself. I won’t feel guilty for this little injury you have; compared to Senior Brother’s death, your tiny wound means nothing!"
Her words, like a sharp knife, pierced his heart inch by inch.
Turns out when she is heartless, it’s terrifying, chilling him.
She strode out, shutting the door with a loud ’bang’.
A door, separating them into two different worlds.
...
Sophie Smith sprinted all the way to the parking lot, yet heaven seemed intent on opposing her. As she ran hurriedly, just as she was nearing the car, she twisted her ankle.
The intense pain left her momentarily disoriented, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She limped towards the car.
At the moment when she was about to open the car door, she looked up to find another car parked right next to hers, a car she was extremely familiar with.
There was someone in the car.
Asher Land rolled down the window, his eyes slowly moving from her face down to her ten centimeters high heels, focusing on her swollen and bruised ankle.
She heard the sound of a car door opening, and instinctively knew what he probably intended to do.
She involuntarily endured the pain in her foot, quickly moved a few steps forward, just as she was about to sit inside the car, reaching to close the door, but he was faster, grabbing the car door.
