Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 933 - 929: She Can Be Ruthless Too, and That’s Scary (Part 2)

She pulled the car door inward with force again, but the man before her had a surprisingly strong grip.

"What are you trying to do?" Her tone was light, but if listened carefully, one could hear her unfamiliarity and resistance toward him.

"Didn’t you sprain your ankle? I’ll take you back."

"There’s no need. I’ll call my assistant to pick me up later,..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was lifted into the air. He effortlessly scooped her out of the driver’s seat and into his own car.

"Aren’t you done yet?"

"Between you and me, it will never be over." He wasn’t annoyed by her attitude; instead, he maintained a calm, indifferent demeanor.

Sophie Smith knew that even if she argued with him endlessly, he might not even pay her the slightest attention, which would only make her feel ridiculous.

Heh, a quarrel isn’t a one-person matter; it takes two to argue.

After a whole day of this, she was indeed a bit tired.

She turned her head towards the car window, watching the scenery flash by outside.

It was already evening. The city lights were just coming on, and the noise and hustle of the city nightlife were beginning.

Ever since Wyatt Sterling died, she had shut herself in at home for a long time, spending her days and nights in a room with drawn curtains.

She rolled the car window halfway down, letting the cool evening breeze flow in. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling as the breeze brushed her face.

...

Later, she leaned her head and fell into a groggy sleep.

When the car stopped, she actually felt it, but her eyelids seemed glued shut and wouldn’t open.

Asher Land unbuckled his seatbelt, walked to her side, and opened her car door.

Just as he was about to carry her out of the car, Sophie seemed to sense something and reached out to push against his chest.

"No..."

She mumbled.

Heh, no?

No touching her?

He shook his head, and with one large hand, he restrained her moving hands, bending down, he lifted her out of the car.

"Young Master,..."

Nanny Garcia came out to greet Asher Land, not expecting to see him carrying Sophie in his arms.

Nanny Garcia couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. Could it be that the Young Master and Miss Smith are reconciling?

Since their last argument, she hadn’t seen Sophie return to the Land Family villa for a long time.

Asher Land carried Sophie directly upstairs, placed her on the bed, removed her shoes, and carefully examined her ankle. He pressed on the swollen area with his hand, relieved that it wasn’t dislocated, only in need of some swelling reduction.

He called for the maid and instructed them to bring up some ice for the swelling.

"Young Master, let us do it..."

The maid saw Asher Land crouched over with his tall frame, carefully rubbing ice on her swollen foot...

The maid wanted to help, but he stopped her with his words.

After about half an hour, seeing that her foot’s condition had finally improved a little, he stood up, called the maid to attend to her carefully, and then headed to his study.

"Bring the medical kit upstairs." He said to Nanny Garcia by his side.

"What?" A trace of worry appeared on Nanny Garcia’s face, "Young Master, are you hurt as well?"

"Don’t ask so much, just do as I say."

Asher Land was already striding towards the third-floor study, and Nanny Garcia had no choice but to find the medical kit and bring it over.

"Young Master, should we call the doctor?"

"No need." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Nanny Garcia callously, sending her away.