He glanced back at Sophie Smith sleeping peacefully, her stubbornness gone in her dreams, looking much gentler. Her beauty was remarkable to him.
Usually, she treated him with full resistance. He didn't understand why all women would flock to him, yet she seemed indifferent? Was he, Asher Land, indeed so insignificant in her eyes?
"Edward! Edward!" She kept calling a name in her sleep.
Edward?
Asher Land's face gradually turned unpleasant. Who exactly was this name she called out? Could it be the man she liked?
No, he absolutely could not allow another man in her heart.
He walked out of the bedroom and went to the study, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed.
"Help me investigate a man named Edward Harrison," he commanded Robert Williams on the other end, in a low voice.
He wanted to see for himself who this man she couldn't forget really was.
...
Asher Land coldly eyed the documents on the desk. As expected, she was indeed quite close to the man named Edward Harrison.