Asher Land returned to the master bedroom and found that Sophie Smith was not there. He then ran to the bathroom, walk-in closet, bar, pushing open one door after another, but still couldn't find any trace of her.
"Damn it, where did she go?" He kicked the door, only to find it was locked. He pushed it again with his hand, but still couldn't open it.
"I know you're in there, open the door!" This woman's courage is getting bolder—she dares to shut him out?
Sophie Smith was also unsure, her upright body pressed tightly against the door. Didn't he have company? Why won't he just leave her alone?
"Sophie Smith, are you going to open the door or not?" a certain man roared.
This is what they call a disparity, right? He could affectionately call Irene Morton 'Irene,' but for her? He just used her name with hostility.
Sophie Smith shook her head, indicating she was clear-headed. How could she mind anything? Hadn't she already seen through Asher Land's feelings?
