Sophie Smith opened her sleepy eyes to find Asher Land looking at her with a worried expression.
"It's so cold, why are you sitting on the ground?"
"Oh, I'm fine." She got up, "Are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and ask Nanny Garcia to prepare breakfast."
He shook his head.
"Are you feeling unwell? I'll call Doctor Lewis to come over." Seeing that his complexion was not great, Sophie quickly asked.
He shook his head again.
"Why aren't you talking?" Sophie wasn't used to Asher being so quiet like this.
"I'm fine, don't worry, these dozen lashes are nothing to me."
The reason he remained silent was because her sudden concern for him made him feel unexpectedly favored.
"You don't hate me that much, right?" There was a hint of expectation in his eyes; he so wanted to hear her say yes.
