Alpha Asher

The phone buzzed with an uneasy noise, and Lyric Lee saw the number 1 on the screen. She pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" she said.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and a deep voice, suppressed with anger, asked, "Where are you?"

Lyric didnt answer directly, gripping her phone tighter, "Blake, we..."

"Im asking you, where are you?" the man interrupted impatiently, repeating each word.

She could only hear his sexy, pleasant voice, and for a moment, she felt a bit reluctant. In a low voice, she replied, "In the dormitory."

The call ended abruptly with a beep.

She picked up her bag, recalling the scene she had witnessed earlier when she entered the room鈥攈er roommate, Cherry Chen, and her boyfriend entangled on the sofa. Lyric decisively turned the brand logo on her bag to face her own direction, held it up to her cheek, and quickly left the door, her pale face filled with apology.

In front of a window on the eighth floor, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy scanned the gloomy light, spying on Lyric.

She stood by the roadside, and a pure black Bentley slowly approached.

As noble and cold as the car, the owner sitting in the back seat didnt even bother to roll down the window.

She slowly opened the car door, and suddenly a strong force from a hand pulled her body into a strong, muscular chest.

The thick muscles bounced her back, but she didnt feel any pain.

The man coldly watched her adjust her seat, pretentiously smoothing the wrinkles on her dress.

Her actions were slow, as if to show that she didnt want to deal with him.

The dress had been smoothed over and over again, and seeing her thoughtfully lowering her head, his face turned cold. He put his arm around her waist, imprisoning her in his own arm, firmly holding her.

She looked unnaturally at the man driving in the front row, who was used to it and indifferent.

"Shy?" The heat from the mans lips came from the side of her neck, the charming voice and the breath when speaking intertwined, like an electric current rapidly passing through her whole body, she shuddered violently: "There is still someone sitting in front, its not good for us to be so intimate."

The mans lips moved to her ear, teasingly asking in a voice that only the two could hear: "Cant even hug anymore?"

"After all, we are strangers in the eyes of others, arent you afraid of gossip?"

She said this, but her blushing cheeks revealed the answer in her heart.

Her reaction fell into his eyes, earning him a satisfied smile, but his hand stopped moving: "No one dares to gossip about you. What have you been busy with today, why didnt answer the phone for a few hours?"

There was suddenly a different kind of care and concern in his tone, and Lyric didnt quite understand why he was like this.

She was tired and didnt want to follow the script as she should, speaking lifelessly: "I went back to the dormitory to catch up with my roommate."

She looked up at Blake Whites proud and cold face, his long, thick eyelashes meekly attached to his ink-like eyes, his gaze fell from his straight nose into her eyes, and his slightly plump lips slightly opened: "It seems you dont miss me?"

So captivating, she couldnt say "lets not contact anymore" for a long time.

"Im a bit tired, I want to sleep for a while." If it were usual, she would definitely smile and hold him, resolutely saying "of course I miss you."

He pondered for a moment, then snorted from his nose: "Hmm."

For some reason, her uncharacteristic cold attitude actually made him feel a bit uneasy, making him feel uneasy.

Does she really not miss him?

He misses her, and he is anxious to see her, searching for her desperately, but she is just playing with her roommate?

Well, as long as she is happy.

He ordered her to rest her head on his thigh, and she obediently lay down.

Looking at her quiet sleeping face after closing her eyes, he couldnt help but reach out and gently stroke the outline of her cheek.