CHAPTER 10: CHAPTER 10: PLAYING LITTLE TRICKS ON HER

Finally finished this meal, Sophia Lowell was stuffed; especially with the ’82 Lafite, she drank several more glasses.

The two of them arrived at the underground parking, Henry Quinn insisted on driving her back, but Sophia refused.

"No need to drive me back, I’m going on a business trip tomorrow, I have another appointment later, remember! I love cleanliness, don’t dirty the car!"

Don’t dirty the car—those three words were spoken with particular nuance, and deeply pierced her own heart.

Sophia tried hard not to say anything harsher.

She drank two extra glasses, but wasn’t drunk to that extent; her rationality prevailed, she knew what her purpose was this time.

Henry obediently listened, took her car keys, and got into the car.

"Sophia! I love you!"

Henry stuck his head out of the car window, saying it seriously.

Sophia somewhat believed him, she smiled slightly, without responding.

Love is cheap, easily spoken, everyone can do it.

Over the past few years, she had to admit they were once in love, but that was only in the past.

Watching him drive her car out of sight, her eyes blurred, her held-back tears streamed down.

She quietly sobbed, as the tears poured out like a spring.

"Bitch! Trash!" she gritted her teeth, cursing quietly and viciously.

The pain in her heart seemed to be slowly cut open with a small knife, blood slowly spread, bit by bit eroding around her.

She leaned against the wall, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Who knows how long it took, it seemed all tears had been cried out.

She adjusted her emotions, reached back to smooth her hair, turning around only to find Zane Sterling standing at the elevator entrance looking at her.

She hurriedly withdrew her gaze, wildly wiping her tears away, not letting him see.

Zane staggered over, his eyes blurred, giving off a shaky feeling, "Sophia?"

He squinted, seemingly drunk, appearing cool and noble under the frameless glasses.

Sophia turned her face away, not letting him see, but he bowed his head openly observing her expression.

"So it’s you...," he almost tripped himself.

Sophia quickly helped him, "Mr. Sterling..."

She called out to him with a choked voice that trembled after crying.

She sighed, wondering how she encountered such unlucky things.

Cheated by boyfriend, replaced by best friend, and slept with the boss.

Who could handle this?!

"You cried?" Zane noticeably stood unsteadily, half leaning on Sophia.

"No, sand got in my eyes." Sophia didn’t want to fuss with him, "Mr. Sterling, where’s your car? Give me the keys."

Sophia helped him to the wall, let him lean against it, and started searching his pockets.

But his pockets were empty, she didn’t dare check his pants pocket, afraid of touching his manhood.

"Didn’t drive."

He tilted his head, seeing Sophia’s crying red brows and pink nose.

Sophia couldn’t manage him, she furrowed her brows and secretly cursed: "Red wine from a western restaurant and you get drunk?! Is your drinking so bad that the deals were made in bed?"

Grumbling, she called Ethan Sinclair.

[Ethan, where are you? Your boss is drunk.]

[Sophia, what time is it? I’ve clocked out.]

[Nonsense, as if I didn’t know you clocked out? I also clocked out, you’re his assistant, does your boss need you or not? If not, I’ll leave him here.]

Sophia was full of grievances without a place to vent, yet she had to manage this mess, wishing to avoid him as much as possible, yet always ran into him.

[Where?]

[The Grand Eatery, basement.]

The other side remained silent for a while. [Let the boss answer the phone.]

She sighed, walking toward Zane Sterling behind her.

"Your assistant’s call! Hurry and get him to pick you up!"

Sophia grabbed his tensely ambivalent wrist, letting him hold the phone.

Zane shook his dazed head, looked at the phone, then brought it to his ear, walked aside to answer the call.

Meanwhile, Sophia used the gap to clean her tear stains and messy hair.

[Hmm.] Zane Sterling.

[Mr. Sterling, you drank wine at the Grand Eatery, right.] Ethan repeatedly confirmed.

[Hmm.]

[Need me or not?]

Having been with Zane for so long, knowing what kind of person he is, just two glasses of red wine knocking him out was impossible, the only answer was he was pretending.

Zane also admired Ethan’s ability to react.

[Hmm.]

[I can get sick here, but tomorrow I want resting, paid rest.]

Ethan was quite adept at adapting to the situation!

[Hmm.]

[Long live the boss! Keep drinking! I’m going offline.]

[Hmm.]

Indeed, men understand each other!

Zane ended the conversation with just a ’hmm.’

Opposite Ethan’s face almost cracked with laughter!

"..." Zane bewilderedly walked toward Sophia, arm draping on her shoulder.

Sophia startled, hurriedly dodged, but afraid he’d fall, had to hold him, "Hey! Did you call someone?!"

Sophia snatched the phone, dialed back, he had already shut it down.

What a character!

She had no choice but to support him, hailing a cab on the first floor.

The two sat in the back seat, Zane’s head resting on her shoulder.

Sophia turned her head, a light shampoo scent filled her nostrils, pleasant.

"You go out drinking alone without a bodyguard, don’t you know your beauty fetches a high price in the brothel?"

Sophia seized the chance to pinch his cheek.

Quite smooth, she couldn’t resist touching a couple of times, giggling stealthily.

The driver chuckled.

Finally, relying on memory to take him back to his apartment, it was already eleven.

Just arriving at his door, the bodyguards hurriedly came out to greet.

"Get lost!" Zane watching the approaching bodyguards to assist him, nakedly drove them away.

"Are you a pig! Do you see me being someone who can carry you?"

The nearby bodyguards widened their eyes.

Sophia sweating, threw him on the living room sofa.

Just about to pat her butt and leave, unexpectedly, her wrist was pulled back, stumbling into his arms, tightly hugged by him.

"Ah!"

His chest was just like that night, very solid, very hot, great feel.

"Don’t go..." Zane Sterling.

"Bam!"

Sophia slapped him across the face, quickly climbing up.

Sophia frightened herself with that slap, but afraid of actually hurting him, she stroked his face, saying: "Sorry, sorry..."

He eased a bit, gazing at her with eyes warm as water, leaning back on the sofa staring at her.

The maid nearby, intending to help, got startled.

Sophia stood up, tidied her clothes, said to the maid:

"If he forgets tomorrow, don’t say I slapped him, just say, say he fell."

"Okay..."

The maid slightly nodded, recognizing this woman as the same one who slept with the master that day, dared not to refuse.

Sophia glanced at him, turned and walked out the villa.

Less than two minutes later, Zane adjusted his clothes, picked up the hangover soup prepared by the maid on the table.

"Whew—"

He touched his sore face, looked at the direction Sophia left.

The maid behind him pressed her lips in silent laughter, dared not make a sound.

Unexpectedly, even such a powerful CEO, played such tricks, and surprisingly, a woman could refuse the CEO’s advances, truly rare!

Back at the rented place, Sophia couldn’t wait to peel off the clothes Henry Quinn hugged, throwing them straight into the garbage, then headed to the bathroom to shower.