CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 203: WISH I COULD SLAP YOU (PART 4)

Sophie Smith’s body couldn’t stop trembling.

It turns out the fact that she is Asher Land’s mistress has gradually spread in this upper-class circle, and she thought she had hidden it so well.

How ridiculous! How pathetic!

"So what if she’s Asher Land’s woman? He’ll get bored one day, and then I’ll have my turn to play..."

"Oh, you mean you don’t mind playing with second-hand goods?"

"So what if it’s second-hand? That woman is pretty fresh, and besides, she’s Asher Land’s woman. Honestly, I want to know what Asher Land’s woman tastes like..."

"Haha, at the very least, she’s got some skills in bed!"

"..."

Those filthy words entered her ears word by word, her chest heaving violently, an unrestrained and merciless humiliation!

Asher Land frowned, his fists clenched tightly. It looked like everyone was impatient to live; he was just about to rush out, but she stopped him.

"Doing this will get us caught." Her voice was weak, yet it carried a noticeable tremor.

Let others talk behind her back, she didn’t want to be caught red-handed, which would only make her more embarrassed.

She admitted, she couldn’t face others right now.

The gossip about her outside did not stop for a while, the lewd laughter intermittent, and many straightforward and explicit insults deeply stabbed into her heart. The men did not hide their vileness at all. She wanted so badly to cover her ears; she didn’t want to hear, she didn’t want to hear anything!

Her nails had embedded into her flesh due to her force, and when Asher Land noticed, her hand was already bleeding.

"Are you crazy!" He growled in a low voice.

The crowd outside gradually dispersed, leaving only them.

Asher Land dragged her out of the restroom. Looking at her bleeding hand, his eyes were filled with anger and pity.

"Why do this to yourself?"

She said nothing, just withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back.

"Let me see your wound!" His tone was non-negotiable.

"No." She refused coldly.

"Why are you angry with me again?" He had already decided to let her coming to the party slide, what more did she want?

"I’m not angry." She turned around, just wanting to leave.

"Sophie!" His tall figure blocked her way, his gaze sharp.

If it continued like this, he really was going to explode!

"Asher Land!" She shouted at him fearlessly, "You’re not deaf; didn’t you hear how they humiliated me just now? All these humiliations are thanks to you!"

His body stiffened, and for a moment, he couldn’t say a word.

Indeed, he was the real culprit.

She turned away resolutely, but he didn’t follow.

Being his woman, it turns out, made her endure so much.

...

Sophie hadn’t walked far when she ran into Oliver Johnson.

"What’s wrong?" He stepped forward, looking at her red eyes and couldn’t help but ask.

"I’m fine."

"Still saying you’re fine?" Oliver Johnson took her hand, and there was clearly a bloodstain in her palm.

"Come on, I’ll take you to get your wound dressed."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, he led her out.

He took her to the car, hit the gas pedal, and the car sped off quickly.

"It’s just some small cuts, really no need to trouble yourself!"

Sophie felt a bit guilty, she had promised to help Oliver Johnson at the event, but not only did she not help him socialize, she also troubled him, which really bothered her.

"How can these be small cuts?" His eyes were full of worry, "What if it gets infected?"