Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 867 - 863: You Heartless Bastard (Part 1)
Her body involuntarily tensed up.
Even though her mind was now clear, she still kept her eyes closed, letting those big hands roam over her body...
Oh my God, what’s going on?
This morning, she had already shamelessly demanded he marry her and argued with him. She was determined to fight against him to the end, but was she going to expose her true self and reconcile with him tonight?
She shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the car, nor should she have let him bathe her.
She should have continued the cold war as soon as she got home, being stubborn until he married her...
Asher Land chuckled softly. Did she think he wouldn’t know she was awake as long as she kept her eyes closed?
The changes in her facial expressions were all visible to him—her slight frown, her pout...
Pretending to be asleep?
Perfect.
His large hands wandered to her chest, gently fondling her pink buds.
Sophie Smith stifled a moan about to escape her lips. Damn Asher Land, let go, hurry up and let go.
He seemed to be deliberately going against her, knowing full well that she must desperately want him to remove his hand, but...
He refused.
His large hand continued to move downward, reaching the top of her thigh, and he wickedly extended a finger...
"Mm..." Sophie let out a muffled groan, opened her eyes furiously, and glared at him.
This man was truly despicable!
"Awake?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, gently brushing her face with the finger he’d just used to touch ’there.’ With some disgust, Sophie turned her head away.
"Get out. I can wash myself."
Her tone wasn’t very pleasant, as if she had already forgotten the favor he’d done by driving to the outskirts late at night to bring her back.
"Is this the attitude you use with your savior?" Asher Land pinched her chin with his large hand, his fingers exerting force as if accusing her of ingratitude.
"Thank you, thanks a lot, okay? Now get out." She pushed at his immovable body with her hand.
"Sophie, you’re ungrateful." He gritted his teeth, articulating each word.
Ungrateful?
"Hmph, Asher Land, who’s really the ungrateful one?" Sophie scoffed coldly, turning her head away to avoid looking at him.
At that moment, she felt like those hypocritical yet malicious women in television dramas.
"Asher Land, how long have I been by your side? Do you even know? I’ve gone to bed with you, borne your children, why won’t you marry me? Is marrying me that difficult?"
Asher Land clenched his fingers into a fist, but his face remained as composed as ever.
He unceremoniously lifted her out of the bathtub.
"What are you doing..." Sophie kicked and punched, unwilling to settle down. "Let me go, jerk!"
Asher Land violently pulled a towel from the side and haphazardly wiped her body dry, then tossed her heavily onto the bed.
"To become my wife, you’ve got a long way to go."
He chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his tall figure pressing tightly against her bare skin.
He brought his thin lips close and affectionately kissed the tip of her nose.
"What’s with the long way to go? If you won’t marry me, then forget it, get away!"
This time, Sophie was determined. This was the first time she’d asked Asher Land for a formal title in all these years—and the first time would also be the last. If she didn’t succeed, she was ready to give up.
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