Mia?

Here we go again...

What Mia?!

Nora struggled angrily. "Asher, you've had enough. Let go of me quickly. You are weird."

Nora's attitude was like throwing cold water on Asher's head.

She was not his Mia.

Mia wouldn't resist him like this.

Asher let go of Nora. He sat upright and leaned against the back of the chair. The expression on his face returned to indifference as usual.

He took the button and lifted his thin lip slightly. "Why do you have my button?"

Nora rubbed her painful hand and said angrily, "You were drunk last night and refused to get up on the ground. I accidentally tore off...