CHAPTER 159: CHAPTER 159: LITTLE ENCHANTRESS, YOU’RE SO NAUGHTY!

They spent quite a while in the study.

Sophia was kissed until her head was spinning, yet he never crossed the line, leaving her infuriated.

The fire raging within her was at its peak, yet he simply buttoned her up.

"Not now, sweetheart," Zane’s voice was husky.

Both of them had parties to attend tonight, and there was no time to indulge fully.

Sophia clung to his neck, heedless of anything else.

She originally intended to just bring up a sobering soup and leave, afraid he’d be consumed by desire. Now she was the one ignited by him, only for him to try and pull away.

He’s such a beast.

"I want..."

Sophia held onto him tightly, feeling utterly embarrassed as she uttered the words.

Her mind resisted, but her body was uncontrollable, craving to climb onto him.

Zane’s throat tightened, his eyes darkened with desire.

He enjoyed how soft and compliant she was in bed, utterly without resistance.

"Do you know what you’re saying, woman?"

He tightened his grip slightly, making Sophia move closer to him, whimpering softly.

"I want..."

She dared not look up at him, her face beet red with embarrassment.

Zane reached out, gripping her chin, pressing her soft lips with his thumb, the flesh yielding slightly.

"What did you say?" he asked teasingly.

Sophia, blushing furiously, whispered in his ear, "I beg you..."

Her scorching breath seared into him.

"You’re a little enchantress, aren’t you..."

As soon as his words fell, his lips pressed down on hers aggressively.

With a hint of alcohol, she kissed him earnestly, moaning softly.

"How do you want it? Hmm? Front or back?" he murmured between kisses, "Here or back in the room?"

Sophia pulled at his clothes, the perfectly pressed fabric now crumpled.

She wanted to say it was up to him, but was completely lost in his kiss.

She felt utterly senseless and dissolute at the moment.

...

The air in the study was filled with a romantic allure.

This was the first time they were so wanton in broad daylight.

She lay on the sofa, not a stitch on her.

He wiped her clean with a tissue, then wrapped her in his jacket, carrying her downstairs in a half-buttoned shirt.

They were probably going to be late for the party.

But Zane insisted she eat her fill before leaving.

"Next time, don’t be so willful," Zane said over dinner, pinching her cheek.

Sophia lowered her eyes, too embarrassed to look up.

Their voices were low, only audible to the two of them, yet enough to make her want to sink into the ground with embarrassment.

Zane smirked, claiming as much but feeling delighted inside.

He preferred being the passive one.

"Then next time..." She was about to say she wouldn’t dare again, but he laughed, saying, "You don’t have to hold back, this is fine too."

She pursed her lips, just now he was saying not to be willful, and now he’s saying it’s fine.

He’s really stubborn, obviously enjoying it more.

She blushed and chose not to continue the topic.

"Remember about Ethan, otherwise his effort would be wasted," Zane reminded.

Sophia nodded.

Ethan was still sitting in the hospital waiting.

After his check-up, he stayed to wait for the results.

Zane’s blow was just right, swelling a bit without real harm—if one grand can achieve its purpose, it’s worth it.

——

The forum Sophia attended was held in a chapel on an estate.

It was brightly lit with wine and snacks on the lawn, extending into the chapel.

Hugh wore a red strappy dress and red high heels, with a dazzling makeup that made her look like a blooming spider lily in the night.

Seeing Sophia get out from Zane’s car made her face drop in anger.

"Showing up at this hour, were you two glued to the bed? Don’t you know I look like a bridesmaid greeting guests?" Hugh fumed.

She was sweating bullets, and if it weren’t for the invitation with Sophia, she’d rather not wait at the entrance.

Plus with all the recent mess, she was in an extremely foul mood.

Sophia flashed an apologetic look, handing her the invitation from her bag, "Sorry I was delayed, don’t be mad, my best friend!"

Hugh pouted, enjoying her moment, but in truth, holding no grudge.

"What happened? What’s going on?" she asked.

Sophia chuckled, "You wouldn’t want to know."

Hugh’s curiosity piqued, she linked arms with Sophia, heading into the party.

Unable to resist asking again, "What’s up?"

Sophia glanced at the gossip-hungry Hugh and hesitated before answering shyly, "Zane put someone in the hospital."

"Him getting into fights isn’t surprising, is it?"

"But he fought Ethan."

"..." Hearing this, Hugh almost twisted her ankle in her high heels.

She wanted to probe further but was too shy, her chest rising and falling beneath her dress.

Clearly, she was a bit on edge, though not immediately obvious.

"Enough, let’s leave it. Tough luck for him, a few days at home won’t starve him!" Sophia smirked lightly.

Internally, Hugh was even more restless.

How did Ethan and Zane end up fighting?

They’re the last who should fight!

They were inseparable, always working in tandem!

Especially when pursuing Sophia—one played the tough guy, the other the nice guy, in perfect syncronization without a script.

But now Sophia nonchalantly suggested letting him rest at home, not seeming to joke at all.

"How did they start fighting?" Hugh asked cautiously.

"I don’t know, Zane didn’t tell me in detail, just said it’s men’s business. I didn’t snoop. But looks like his right hand’s messed up—he’s still in the hospital, hasn’t replied to my messages, probably admitted. I wonder if he can pick up chopsticks..."

Sophia rattled on, while Hugh absorbed it all.

Still in the hospital?

Seems pretty serious.

Hugh suddenly lost her mood.

For some reason, she felt uneasy inside.

Sophia appeared indifferent, dragging her around for food and drinks.

"What’s up, bestie?" Sophia asked.

Hugh subtly eyed her.

What’s up?

She doesn’t know?

Sophia wanted to laugh but held back.

She knew Hugh was worried about Ethan but didn’t dare show it.

"The Stevens came to the studio today..." Sophia deliberately avoided talking about Ethan, changing the subject.

Sophia was particularly talkative today,

Hugh, however, couldn’t grasp any of it.

Sophia noticed this.

Yet she didn’t plan to let Hugh off, repeating work matters in her ear without giving a moment’s thought to Ethan being in the hospital.

Hugh took a glass of wine from the bar and downed it in one go.

The alcohol magnified her vexation, amplifying all emotions.

"Look over there." Sophia nudged Hugh’s arm, lifting her chin, eyeing Beau Morgan’s family not far away.

"Their skin is thicker than the Great Wall."

Hugh was already in a foul mood, her dislike for Beau adding to it.

"I actually admire Beau Morgan," Sophia scoffed.

"Admire? For being shameless?"

"No, for her perseverance."