CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 291 YOU SAY NO, THEN NO (PART 3)

A long, passionate kiss entwined them together, and she actually reached out to unbutton his shirt, her small hands eagerly exploring, igniting flames all around. But after a little while, she pushed him away.

"What’s wrong?" Asher Land chuckled as he observed her, his collar slightly open.

"You say we won’t do it, then we won’t do it; you want to do it and we do it? Well, I’m not doing it." Sophie Smith rose from him with a sense of ’dignity,’ then plopped down on the floor.

The throbbing pain in her head suggested the alcohol was kicking in, and Asher Land looked at her, half amused and half annoyed.

She fussed around by herself for a while, then leaned against the sofa and drifted off to sleep.

Asher Land sighed, took off his jacket, covered her with it, and then picked her up.

Eva Miller, with keen eyes, noticed a bloodstain on Asher Land’s white shirt.

"President Land, y-you have blood on your shirt..." Eva Miller stammered quietly.

"It’s nothing, you’ve been really helpful today, I’ll take her back now."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!" Eva Miller quickly waved her hands.

Asher Land nodded at her and carried Sophie Smith downstairs.

He opened the car’s passenger seat door, fastened her seatbelt, and then closed the door.

A sudden stabbing pain hit his back; likely the vigorous moments earlier had reopened his healing wound.

However, he didn’t think much of it and drove straight home to the Land Family residence.

"Asher Land, you’re awful, you’re a bastard, you’re such a pervert..." Even in her sleep, she continuously cursed him.

Helplessly, he smirked. Oh well, considering she’s drunk, he wouldn’t take offense.

"Asher Land, I hate you, why are you so annoying..." Her voice carried a hint of sobbing, "Sometimes you’re nice to me, other times you humiliate me, what am I to you, tell me..."

"Don’t think I have no temper, I don’t want to be toyed with by you!"

"I will leave you, I definitely will..."

Upon hearing her last sentence, he took a sudden sharp brake, causing Sophie Smith’s body to lurch forward; he turned to look at her, and found her pouting and frowning.

"You bastard! Do you even know how to drive?" She cursed loudly.

After her outburst, her mood seemed to have eased; she closed her eyes, rested her head against the car window, and quieted down.

He gazed at her intently, for a long, long time.

"I won’t allow you to leave me, definitely not."

...

Asher Land parked the car and then carried her down from it.

"My goodness! What’s happened to Miss Smith?" Nanny Garcia came running over to assist Asher Land with his jacket. "And young master, what’s wrong with your back? Why’s it bleeding?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Go make some sober-up soup and bring it to my bedroom."

"Oh, alright, I’ll go right away." Nanny Garcia dared not ask further, rushing to the kitchen.

Asher Land laid her on the bed, and within seconds, Sophie Smith was up, following her intuition, staggering towards the bathroom.

"Be careful!" Asher Land tried to support her, but suddenly, he heard a "urgh" sound as she vomited on him!

"Sophie Smith!" Asher Land almost yelled her name; damn, doesn’t she know he has an obsession with cleanliness?

Asher Land steadied himself, finally finding his footing, then dragged her into the bathroom.