Asher Land leisurely sliced the food on his plate. Although his left hand felt almost healed, it was still somewhat challenging to use.
Irene Morton, seeing this, obediently took his plate and, under his watchful gaze, carefully sliced the food before placing it back in front of him.
"Brother Asher, I'm truly aware of my mistakes now." Asher Land's gaze was too piercing, as if he wanted to see through her. She truly couldn't bear it.
"Aware of your mistakes?" He let out a cold snort, "Why don't I sense that?"
Asher Land had some understanding of what kind of person Irene Morton was—her temperament was quite spoiled, doing whatever she liked. To have him trust her was really not easy.
"Brother Asher, it seems like your trust in me is zero." Irene Morton had a trace of self-mocking smile on her lips.
