CHAPTER 144: CHAPTER 144: THE MAN WHO KEEPS PUSHING HIS LUCK

Sophia Lowell didn’t understand why Tim Sawyer suddenly helped her.

At tonight’s banquet, Tim Sawyer was almost always in the corner, not attracting much attention and hardly interacting with others.

This version of her seemed very unfamiliar.

Previously, when she held the identity of Nancy Sawyer, she was the center of attention—veritably glamorous. After the incident earlier this year, she seemed to become out of place in the world.

Sophia Lowell’s mind was filled with images of Tim Sawyer.

She had become very thin, as if she had just come back from the brink of death.

And in fact, that was the case.

Sophia Lowell didn’t even remember how she got back into the car.

She leaned against the seat as Zane Sterling kissed her like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

"Zane..."

"Mm, I’m here..."

The man’s voice was deep; he was holding back intensely.

From the mountain top to the downtown area would take about thirty minutes, with the winding mountain roads and the surrounding silence.

DJ music was playing in the car as Butler Langley hummed softly while driving.

"Hold me tightly." The man bit her earlobe, and his hoarse and steady voice seeped into her ears.

The car swayed from side to side due to the inertia of turning.

She felt unbearably uncomfortable, and Zane Sterling knew exactly how to make her fall into a whirlpool.

And being in the car, she didn’t dare to make a sound.

And he wasn’t having it any easier.

The car entered the city, and the two slowly tidied their clothes.

By the time they got out of the car, they were both dressed neatly, showing no signs of anything unusual.

"Next week, let’s go pick out the wedding dress together." Zane Sterling held her hand as they got out of the car.

Sophia Lowell didn’t expect him to move so quickly. Many things at the company had just been settled, and he managed to spare some time to perfect their matters bit by bit.

"Okay." Her schedule was more flexible, mainly depending on him, "Is there anything I need to do?"

"Just be mentally prepared." As they walked into the elevator, Zane Sterling affectionately brushed her nose.

"I can’t just wait to get married, can I?" She smiled.

On the bride’s side, Zeke Lowell and Autumn Lowell had already started to help arrange things, and Sophia Lowell was like a person with nothing to do; nobody let her intervene.

"Being my bride obediently is more important than anything." He said.

Returning to the room, after washing up, she lay on the bed, and saw Ethan Sinclair’s message for Sophia Lowell.

He wanted Sophia Lowell to invite Hugh Irving to the ranch to eat roast whole lamb the day after tomorrow but was embarrassed to say it himself, fearing Hugh Irving might misunderstand it as meeting the family.

Sophia Lowell pursed her lips; this wasn’t a difficult matter.

She sent the message to Hugh Irving, and he agreed right away.

Ethan Sinclair was selfish; he couldn’t wait to bring the person home and make her his own.

Because of the studio opening the next day, Sophia Lowell went to bed early, not waiting for Zane Sterling.

At this time, he was still busy working in front of the computer.

Early the next morning, the alarm went off.

Sophia Lowell opened her eyes to see the enlarged, handsome face.

At that moment, he was holding Sophia Lowell tightly, legs entangled with hers, binding her securely as if fearing she would escape in the middle of the night.

Sophia Lowell pecked his lips and gently climbed out of bed.

Zane Sterling slowly opened his eyes, kissed her lips while she was getting up, his large hand still holding onto hers persistently.

"Aren’t you sleeping a little longer?" He complained a bit.

"The studio opens today, I won’t mess around with you." Sophia Lowell patted his hand and broke free.

"I have something to do this morning, I might be a bit late."

The company was going public, and Zane Sterling couldn’t completely free himself at such a time.

"It’s okay, if you come too early, I wouldn’t know how to entertain you either."

They were collaborating with Hugh Irving, and he knew the studio was opening today, not lingering much, he got up together with her.

Sophia Lowell brushed her teeth on the side, as Zane Sterling passed behind her, opening the toilet to relieve himself.

Sophia Lowell glanced over and quickly withdrew her gaze, then heard the sound of rushing water.

She wanted to find a place to hide, even though they had been candid with each other for a long time...

It was the first time in such a situation.

Was really afraid of getting a sty.

Soon, the sound of flushing echoed.

Sophia Lowell lowered her head to brush her teeth, not daring to look around.

Zane Sterling rested his chin on her shoulder, squeezing toothpaste as he watched her in the mirror.

This seemed one of the few times they woke up together; doing things together felt a bit like an old married couple having some semblance of life.

"Embarrassed?" He curved his lips.

"No..." She stubbornly denied, despite her face turning red.

"Hmm, since you’re not embarrassed, I guess no need to avoid you next time."

"You don’t need to tell me this."

How was she supposed to refute?

The man who took an inch and asked for a mile.

Zane Sterling chuckled, stood at her right, and brushed his teeth alongside her.

After brushing their teeth, Sophie Lowell wrapped her arms around his waist, and he carefully washed her face with a towel.

It was their rare synchronization.

In the past, once they woke up, Zane Sterling would vanish, since now both had their own careers, Sophia Lowell had no choice but to get up early.

Before, she thought she couldn’t possibly wake up so early, at six-something by now it’s set to become a habit.

After breakfast, they parted ways.

Sophia Lowell drove to the studio.

By then, the studio was already bustling with people; Hugh Irving was inside entertaining guests, and the flowers at the entrance spanned a dozen meters.

The studio’s location was in an urban village, and there was a decades-old ginkgo tree in front, currently thriving and budding.

In front lay a vast field of wheat.

The studio was styled like an old Suzhou-style garden with black, white, and gray tones.

The entrance was laid with a red carpet, a sign over the door covered with a red cloth, the beverages and sweets inside were already prepared.

Sophia Lowell wore a floral satin high-waisted skirt, with a pale yellow long top, white pearl high heels, her golden hair cascading down her waist, and Australian white pearls dangled by her ears.

Her makeup was exquisite, and she looked like a budding floral bud, eye-catching.

At 7:40, many people started arriving gradually; Sophia Lowell, Eve Reid, and Nadia Reid were at the entrance greeting them, while Hugh Irving was inside entertaining.

"Sophia!"

Annie walked forward with steady steps, followed closely behind by Warren Jennings, not far from her.

Annie had long been accustomed; it didn’t matter anymore.

The two exchanged a few greetings, and Annie took her gift box inside.

Warren Jennings didn’t know whether he should also go in; pacing some distance away, he smoked helplessly.

Sophia Lowell walked towards him, "Mr. Jennings."

"Mrs. Sterling." Warren Jennings threw the cigarette he had just smoked on the ground, extinguishing it with the tip of his shoe habitually.

"Would you like to come in and have a drink?" She asked.

"Thank you." Warren Jennings understood Sophia Lowell’s meaning, nodded but showed no intention of going inside.

Sophia Lowell smiled, just about to turn and go back to the courtyard when she saw Faye Ellison and Professor Carter parking their car not far away and walking towards them.

With her studio opening, Faye Ellison and Professor Carter would naturally come.