CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108: HANDING OVER CONTROL TO HER

Sophia looked at him, her fingers skimming over his prominent Adam’s apple.

His Adam’s apple moved instantly.

It was so clear that you could almost hear it.

They say a man’s most vulnerable spot is his Adam’s apple, ready to react at any moment.

Not sure if that’s really true though.

"Zane..."

She called softly.

But he didn’t respond, so she called again, pursing her lips.

After confirming Zane was asleep, she leaned in and kissed his Adam’s apple.

Zane squinted, wrapping his free hands around her waist.

Sophia was startled, half propped up, staring at the man.

Wasn’t he asleep?

What she didn’t know was, his Adam’s apple truly was his life switch...

He sobered up just like that.

Zane slightly opened his eyes, half-smiling, looking at the woman in front of him.

His voice, hoarse and deep, his hands subtly caressing her side.

"What’s wrong?" he seemed to question her reaction.

Sophia hurried to get up, but he held her tight.

"Where are you going?" His eyes were filled with mischief.

Isn’t it a bit late to escape now?

Who leaves halfway after flirting?

"I..."

"You better come up with a good reason, I’m not that easily fooled..."

He tightened his grip as he spoke.

Sophia’s face was burning, her heart beating uncontrollably.

"You’re not drunk?" she asked.

"Not drunk."

"Weren’t you asleep..."

"I was asleep, until you woke me up." He smirked, emphasizing the word ’woke’.

Hmm, it actually felt pretty good.

"Then, you continue sleeping?" Her ears felt like they were on fire.

Zane swallowed.

"Baby, that’s not a great idea..."

Recently, he’s gotten fond of calling her "baby."

A few days ago, when taking a break from his efforts, he would murmur: Baby, hold on, almost there...

Sophia paused, unsure of what to do.

He said, "Mrs. Sterling, have mercy on me..."

His voice had a fractured tone, with a hint of vulnerability.

His alluring eyes looked at her slightly parted lips, the veins on his forehead slightly bulging, the extreme restraint driving him to swallow hard.

This cheeky man wanted her to take the initiative, which was truly demanding.

Sophia stammered, "I... I don’t quite know how..."

Zane chuckled.

She didn’t say no, only said she didn’t know quite how.

Does this mean yes?

At this moment, fireworks lit up outside the window.

The colorful lights shone through the window, illuminating the two intertwined in the living room.

The mood in the room instantly turned ambiguous.

The warm hues of the fireworks outside, in each burst, drew people into the abyss.

Sophia couldn’t resist him, blushing as she placed a tie over his eyes, blocking his view.

He regretted giving this woman the initiative.

This man was thoroughly captured by her.

——

They both had some drinks and went wild until the servants were almost waking up.

When the alarm rang, Sophia didn’t hear it at all.

She slept until after ten.

Upon waking, her eyes felt dry, struggling to open them.

She dared not recall what happened last night, her bravery after drinking was bolder than the old lady next door.

Oh no...

Slept in, Zane wasn’t in the room, didn’t wake her, breakfast would’ve been long over by now.

This would definitely be misunderstood!

She hurriedly got up, her legs almost giving out.

Last night, sitting on his lap on the couch...

She dreaded to imagine, he really went all in.

Her bum was bruised all over.

"Hiss—"

She gingerly got up, pulled on her slippers, and headed for the bathroom.

Knock knock--

From outside the door came Zane’s voice: "Need any ointment?"

"..." Her face instantly turned red.

Last night while she lay on the couch, she kept crying out in pain, yet he didn’t stop...

"Almost done..." That sentence, she lost count how many times he said it!

It’s all lies!

Sophia glared at the door as if she could cut the person behind it.

"You keep it for yourself..." she muttered angrily.

Zane chuckled, the corners of his lips naturally turning up; the woman was angry.

Last night, he went hard on purpose.

Wanted to stop, but her voice was too pleasant, which excited him even more, making it impossible to control.

Eventually, it got completely out of hand.

When Sophia emerged from the bathroom, he was leaning against the outside wall, holding ointment.

He tilted his head to look at the woman, her face still flushed.

The blush hadn’t faded yet, or was it reappearing?

Feeling smug, he followed her into the closet.

"What are you doing..."

Her voice was different the moment she spoke, hastily covering her lips, embarrassed as she looked at him.

Zane reached out, pulling her into his arms.

"Sweetie, you did great last night..."

His tone seemed coaxing, as though in matters like these, he was always so clever.

Last night, he was happy, very happy...

Sophia’s earlobes were visibly red, body weak and achy all over, barely having the strength to push him away, nor did she bother.

Had she known taking the lead would be so exhausting, she’d have never done it.

"Then you listen, let me go, I need to change..." she said.

"If I listen, will Mrs. Sterling favor me again?" he lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers as he asked.

Sophia’s face turned completely red.

What happened last night was under two drinks, attempting it while sober, she’d truly not dare.

How thick-skinned one must be to accomplish such a thing...

She shrank her head back, not daring to make a sound.

Zane pinched her soft, delicate cheeks teasingly, "I’m really looking forward to it..."

He was addicted to the taste.

Sophia pushed him, and he let go.

"Turn around..."

No way she’d change clothes in front of him.

This man would do anything.

"Don’t worry, I’m not a brute..." he said.

"..."

Suddenly, the urge to call the police was strong.

Thankfully, he acted like a gentleman for once, turning away without peeking or making a move.

Sophia hurriedly dressed, applied light makeup, and walked out with him.

"Have you had breakfast?" she asked.

This morning, she hadn’t seen him at all, they finished at three or four in the morning, and he was up already.

She feared one day he’d die from exhaustion.

Or from... over-exertion...

"I have."

"..."

True, who wouldn’t have eaten by now.

It’s nearly eleven, having breakfast now would be a bit...

She would rather go hungry than step into the dining hall.

But in the dining hall were others who’d just woken up too.

Ian Lynch, Willow Sterling, Ray Sterling, even Zoe Walsh had just come down.

Zoe muttered, "Last night’s wine had such a kick, I slept like a log, my neck’s all sore..."

Sophia’s awkwardness faded away.

Zane chuckled quietly to himself, seeing through the little thoughts on Sophia’s face.

"Shut up," Sophia pinched his arm.

"Eat more, to replenish yourself," Zane whispered to her.

Sophia didn’t let him off, handing him a chive pastry, "You too."

"..."