The woman on the bed was naked, her body covered in bruises.
Her red lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, her entire being still exuded an aura of unfulfilled desire.
Irene slowly opened her eyes, only then seeing the man standing beside her bed, looking down at her.
His dark, profound eyes seemed to scrutinize her, and as his brows furrowed deeply, even in her dazed state, Irene could see the disgust in his eyes.
"Brother Asher?" Irene's voice carried a hint of seduction as soon as she spoke.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
The feeling towards Irene now could no longer be described with just the word 'disheartened.'
"What I'm doing, isn't it all thanks to you, Brother Asher?" Irene struggled to support her body and stood up, wavering as she walked to him, "What do you plan to do? Brother Asher, you drove away my man, are you going to take his place yourself?"
It seemed like every time she saw Asher Land, Irene's consciousness would ignite like a flame, suddenly rising.
