CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 214 I’M THE ONE WHO TRIED HARD (PART 3)

The night was quiet like water; it was already early winter, and the outside had long grown cold.

In the Land Family villa, only the master bedroom light remained, casting a soft and ambiguous glow.

Inside the master bedroom, the atmosphere was fiery; her body was covered in sweat, and she bit her rosy lips, desperately holding back the groans that threatened to escape.

Asher Land couldn’t understand why she insisted on suppressing herself so hard, when clearly, this was something that could bring happiness to both of them.

"Baby, look at me." His husky voice came from above her head.

Sophie Smith’s body was already as soft as a puddle, her consciousness muddled. She was not used to looking into his eyes while doing such things. She knew that her body had completely submitted to him; she didn’t want to lose her only emotional defense as well.

"Look at me." Seeing her remain unresponsive, he tightened his grip on her waist, increasing the intensity.

Her mouth unwillingly let out a series of moans.

She persisted in not looking at him; this action of hers had angered him.

Thus, what began as a tender union of man and woman turned into a harsh punishment from him to her.

Sophie Smith tightly clutched the bed sheet, feeling as if her entire being was about to be swept away by him.

She liked to keep her nails neat, yet at this moment, her nails were either broken or embedded in the palm of her hand.

"I beg you, please, stop?" Her voice was intermittent, with even a slight tremor.

"I want you to look at me." The smile on his lips shifted from gentle to somewhat cold, "Now, see clearly who you are under?"

She slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the man in front of her.

He had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead; his handsome face carried a hint of anger. The soft light illuminated his sculpted and delicate features, making him seem a bit surreal.

"Do you know who I am?" His stern face exuded a powerful aura.

Seeing her silent, he prepared for another wave of assault.

She closed her eyes, and a tear escaped.

The sight of her tears made Asher Land pause, had he hurt her?

Inside, he felt a tinge of guilt. He had promised to make her comfortable tonight, yet he hadn’t been able to control his emotions.

His movements became unconsciously gentle, and in the bedroom, only their heavy breathing could be heard.

It wasn’t until a long time had passed that he finally stopped.

He lay on the bed, extended a large hand, and wrapped her in his arms.

"Tonight, I’m sorry." He lovingly stroked her hair, his eyes carrying a trace of guilt.

She stayed silent, avoiding his hand.

"Are you angry with me?" He whispered softly beside her ear.

"Do I have the right to be?" She lifted her slightly reddened eyes to look at him, "After all, I’m just your plaything."

When she said this, there was more or less a sense of despair in her heart.

As if recalling something, she pushed him away, sat up from the bed, casually picked up the robe from the floor and wrapped it around herself, then took a white bottle from the nearby desk drawer.

Those were birth control pills.

Asher Land had made no effort to use any protection tonight, so—...

She placed a few pills in her mouth, picked up a glass of water, and tilted her head back, swallowing the pills with difficulty.

In Asher Land’s eyes, there was a flutter of inscrutable emotion; what she did, what she took, naturally did not escape his notice.

For reasons unknown, his heart wrenched painfully.