"Brother Asher, I promise you, as long as you let me become your woman, I'll tell you the secret, okay..." she whispered softly into his ear.
"Brother Asher..." she coyly rubbed against him, repeatedly calling his name, intentionally leaning close, her warm breath caressing his neck.
His face showed no expression, the sound of his fists clenching was audible, his anger was obvious.
Yet, he did not push her away.
This gave Irene a glimmer of hope.
"I'm not in the mood today." Ultimately unable to overcome his internal barriers, he pushed her away once more, buttoning up his shirt with one hand.
Not in the mood?
So he meant she couldn't arouse his interest?
Ha, after all this, she thought she had done enough, yet her seduction was met with his casual remark, 'I'm not in the mood today?'
"Brother Asher isn't in the mood, is he?" she smiled seductively, "Then, let me help you."
