CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: SOFT FRAGRANCE IN MY EMBRACE

"Is he good to you?" Professor Carter asked.

Faye Ellison naturally knew who he was referring to, and she pretty much knew who "he" was.

Sophia Lowell was savoring her meal, but Professor Carter’s question suddenly made her lose her appetite.

"Pretty good," Sophia said.

"Elder Jennings speaks highly of him; he looks like a good person," Professor Carter remarked.

Sophia smiled, pondering over the phrase "looks like a good person."

"He really likes you," Professor Carter continued.

Faye’s expression changed slightly but quickly returned to normal.

Sophia nodded, "I like him too."

The man beside them showed no particular expression.

They skipped over the topic of Zane Sterling and instead discussed this year’s fashion trends and military uniforms.

Then, they all left together.

As they exited the elevator, Beau Morgan, who was waiting by the parking lot, saw them chatting and laughing.

Her gaze became sharp instantly.

Sophia also knew Professor Carter?

Or was it Faye who brought her out for dinner?

She’s married to Zane Sterling, so why is she out dining with Faye?

Or could she also be Professor Carter’s student?

Beau felt somewhat uneasy.

She couldn’t even get through the door, and Sophia, a mere fashion designer, how could she be his student?

But now here she was, chatting and laughing with Professor Carter, as if they weren’t strangers.

Her heart skipped a beat, so much so that she didn’t even notice Ethan Sinclair and Zane Sterling supporting each other to the side.

Zane and Ethan followed her gaze, just in time to see the three of them get into the car and drive out of the parking lot.

Zane’s eyes darkened, and he sat in the back seat.

Beau was about to sit from the other side of the car when Zane called out to her.

"Manager Morgan," Zane rolled down the window halfway and said flatly, "I hope this doesn’t happen again."

Beau felt like she had a fly in her throat, unable to speak.

After speaking, Zane rolled up the window, severing their gaze.

Ethan handed the car keys to the valet and left the parking lot.

"How’s Shane Graham’s side arranged?" Zane asked.

Today was a situation that had occurred before when they ran business together. Zane had shielded her from drinking once while in a wheelchair.

Afterward, she didn’t dare to let it happen again, always avoiding that period.

Today, history repeated itself.

Ethan in the front seat did not provide a proper answer.

Instead, he asked, "A company project worth less than a few million is not in short supply, and there’s no need to take such risks during a physiological period. Moreover, we just came out of the company and overheard others discussing this project. Wouldn’t our ordinary employees also know about it?"

Zane looked out the window.

Ethan continued, "We were eating at The Private Kitchen, which was privately finalized with President Quinn. Just after eating, President Logan bumped into us. In this half hour, Manager Morgan didn’t drink a drop of alcohol. As soon as you arrived, Manager Morgan was forced to drink. Quite the coincidence."

Zane casually said, "Terminate all projects with Zane Logan."

He wasn’t without an answer in his heart; he was just afraid of making the wrong judgment.

Beau had been with him for years, and he had never doubted, but recently...

"Understood, Mr. Sterling." Ethan nodded.

Meanwhile, Beau was left standing in the parking lot, watching their car disappear around the corner, her expression suddenly changed.

She had thought she was being loved when she was shielded from drinking just now, but after going downstairs, she realized her little tricks had long been seen through.

She had been careless.

After Sophia returned home, Zane followed and returned to the villa.

"Come over and drink some hangover soup." She placed the prepared hangover soup on the table in the kitchen.

Zane walked over, pressed his temples, and looked at the soup in front of him. Without thinking, he drank it down in one go.

"Did you quit your job?" he asked.

"Not yet," Sophia said softly.

Today was just the first day at work, quitting immediately would seem a bit rash.

Zane frowned. If she quit and started her own studio, she wouldn’t be under his watch, and that man would surely visit her often.

He held his forehead, his headache worsening.

Sophia took the bowl to the sink, washed it, and placed it in the dishwasher.

As she put the bowl in the cabinet, a warm body pressed against her from behind, and large hands wrapped around her, trapping her in an embrace.

"Did you drink too much?" Sophia turned her head, unable to see his face but felt the warmth of his cheek.

The man buried his head in her neck, staying silent.

His heart felt a bit heavy.

This woman had dined with that man again. Even though Professor Carter was also there, he couldn’t help but mind.

But wasn’t she the same?

The hot breath spread across her neck, tickling and warm.

"Go up and wash up, I’ll give you a massage," Sophia said.

She knew socializing and drinking were inevitable at business events, but seeing that conniving woman beside him made her uncomfortable too.

She was afraid he’d slip up one day.

Both held their own worries, not daring to ask or speak, and silently held hands as they went upstairs.

After bathing, Zane lay on the bed shirtless, displaying his toned back muscles in a perfect V shape.

Sophia straddled his back, carefully massaging his shoulders.

So stiff.

They usually faced each other; this was the first time he lay like this.

"Not enough pressure," Zane teased with a faint smile.

"You’re too stiff..." Sophia blushed, feeling embarrassed about how her words sounded.

He chuckled softly.

Annoyed, Sophia pressed harder.

"Mmm... feels good..." he cheekily groaned.

"Zane, behave..." she murmured.

Wailing at night without shame.

"How else can I show how much my wife pleases me without making noise?"

This man always had the knack for lascivious talk.

"One more word, and I’ll stop," she threatened.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop," he relented, "But can you press my waist? It hurts."

"Why the waist? Mixed with which woman?" Sophia teased even while moving to his tailbone to massage his waist.

She rolled up her sleeves and bent her elbow, using it to make circles on his lower back.

"Back-to-back meetings..." he sighed.

"..." Sophia didn’t respond.

"Have you thought about the matter I discussed with you the other day?" Zane was referring to taking over the company.

"I still prefer a bit more freedom," Sophia replied.

Zane fell silent.

She assumed he was tired and didn’t disturb him, continuing the massage.

After a while, Sophia’s arms were sore from exhaustion.

This man’s entire body was rigid and unyielding.

Her arms propped on his side, she looked at him.

"Are you asleep?" she quietly asked.

Zane didn’t answer.

How could he possibly sleep?

With someone so soft and fragrant in his arms, even a monk would abandon his vows.

Seeing no response, Sophia lay directly on him, pressing her arms and legs against his, pulling the blanket over both of them.

He’s really warm.

Sophia contentedly closed her eyes, relaxing onto his back.

Zane could feel her warmth and softness envelop him, leaving no gap, wrapping him entirely.

The softness on his shoulder.

"Aren’t you also tired?" he asked.

Sophia sleepily replied, "A bit, first day at work, still getting used to it."

Without a word, the man flipped over, and Sophia slipped onto the bed like an eel, lying on the spot where his warmth lingered.

Before she could react, Zane was already sitting atop her legs.

"Helping you relax..."

He rasped, looking down as he admired her perfect shoulder blades.

His deep eyes softened as he gripped her soft waist.

"No need!" Sophia yelled in surprise. She attempted to get up, but the man behind her held her head down, pressing her into the pillow.