CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 161: CAN’T SATISFY YOU

The wine glass in Kyle Grant’s hand tightened, the veins on his hands faintly visible.

What he had heard was that Sophia Lowell didn’t have any male friends, but surprisingly, she was married!

What a shame!

He looked at the tall, slender man in front of him. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, just a vest and shirt, with one hand on the woman’s waist and the other in his pocket.

His deep eyes lowered slightly, his composed face projecting an unapproachable aura.

Zane Sterling looked leisurely at the man in front of him, his gaze falling on the woman.

"Wife..." he murmured softly, "It’s time to go home."

"Okay." Sophia Lowell smiled sweetly.

"Mr. Grant, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave with my wife." Zane said, and without waiting for a response, he turned and left with Sophia.

Sophia didn’t say goodbye either.

Kyle Grant furrowed his eyebrows, watching the well-matched couple, feeling bursts of regret in his heart.

He sighed and as he turned around, he bumped into a soft body.

"Oh..."

The wine glass in Beau Morgan’s hand was knocked over, spilling red wine all over herself, and when her ten-centimeter-high heels wobbled slightly, she almost fell.

Kyle quickly reached out to support her waist, pulling her into his arms.

"Sorry..."

He apologized repeatedly, but his eyes were on the woman’s soaked bodice.

The white dress was stained with red wine, revealing the outline of the pink bra underneath.

Beau Morgan quickly steadied herself, hands covering the front of her chest.

Kyle hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over her, wrapping her up.

——

Meanwhile, Zane and Sophia got into the car.

"Why did you come?" Sophia asked.

"I wanted to come over to spice things up for Professor Irving, but I didn’t expect her to be faster than I thought." He chuckled.

Sophia nodded, wondering whether Colby Jennings had taken her away, or if Hugh Irving had gone to Ethan Sinclair’s place.

"Who was that man just now?" Zane furrowed his brow.

"Sutton’s son, he’s here to find someone today, but I didn’t expect him to get set up like that." Sophia rested her head on his shoulder.

Zane reached around her waist from behind.

He didn’t mind because he knew this woman disliked young, weak men and only liked someone like him, a strong man.

A man of Kyle’s caliber was no match for him.

"Do you think Ariel went?" Sophia asked.

"No news is good news." Zane smiled softly.

Over at Ethan Sinclair’s place.

He had just soaked in cold water for half an hour when he heard the buzzing of his phone on the sink.

He shivered as he got out of the bathtub, and drained the water out.

He glanced at the phone, and it was from Hugh Irving.

The corners of his pale lips curved into a wicked grin.

He didn’t rush to answer the call but instead transferred twenty thousand to Zane’s account.

In the car, Zane heard the ding of his phone and raised it up, showing it to Sophia.

"Earned thirty thousand today." He smiled.

"Looks like Ethan earns quite a bit from you, too?" Sophia turned to him, questioning with a gaze.

Zane put his phone away and pulled her into his embrace. "You’re worth it."

Hmph! Such a cunning boy.

"So, you’re both quite the rascals, specially designing traps for single girls."

"Whatever you say, it is. After all, I’ve already got you; spending any amount of money is worth it, isn’t it?"

Zane held her tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment.

——

Ethan’s phone rang again.

Hugh Irving stood at his apartment door, gambling that if he didn’t answer this time or open the door, she would just turn and leave.

She’d been to Ethan’s apartment before; the first time they did it was at his place.

That first time, they were both novices, struggling for ages.

Hugh even teased him about not being capable.

Ethan, in frustration, managed to get in at once, making her cry from the pain.

Afterwards, she endured the pain, getting up around three or four in the morning to return home.

Being worn out, she still had to make the trip, but later, Ethan drove her back.

To avoid her running back and forth, they then always stayed at Hugh’s penthouse, with Ethan returning to his own apartment after they were done.

Hugh never let him stay the night.

There was no tenderness; she used him and then discarded him.

Even this time, Ethan didn’t answer the phone, but he did open the door.

The moment the door opened, both of them fell silent.

Ethan, usually a chatterbox, wanted to say something, but Zane had just sent him a message.

It read: Hold back, talk only if necessary.

Ethan was really struggling to hold it in, but seeing the twenty thousand he had just transferred, he felt quite displeased.

He endured, stayed silent, and returned to the living room after opening the door.

Hugh frowned, seeing his wrist red and swollen, and his left eye so bruised it almost wouldn’t open, she felt uncomfortable inside.

That Zane, really had a heavy hand.

When she saw that Ethan didn’t speak, her heart skipped a beat.

Ethan seemed like a different person.

Previously, when they met secretly, they’d immediately pounce on each other as if their lives depended on it, but now he seemed like a wimp.

Hugh stepped inside, habitually changing her shoes.

Ethan lay on the sofa, eyes closed, resting, showing no intention of acknowledging her.

Obviously, Zane’s tactics seemed to be working.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"No." Ethan replied flatly.

But inside, he was quite pleased, Hugh taking the initiative meant there was still a chance to salvage things.

Only, he couldn’t be the one to seize this opportunity, or it would all be for nothing.

Hugh placed the supper she’d brought on the table, her eyes resting on the man unmoving.

"Why don’t you go back to your room to sleep?" she cautiously asked.

"Haven’t showered."

"Then go do it," Hugh, feeling displeased with his attitude, replied.

She had already humbled herself by coming over, yet it seemed he didn’t appreciate it.

This left her feeling very unsettled.

"If you’re fine, just go home, don’t mind me." Ethan turned slightly.

He was clueless; if this woman just left, he would have nowhere to cry.

Is this playing hard to get really reliable?

Hugh gritted her teeth, really wanting to slap him twice.

She walked over, looking down at him.

"Get up." she ordered.

Ethan didn’t respond or move.

Annoyed, Hugh gave him a tug, raising her voice, "Get up!"

"Professor Irving, I’m currently a patient. If you want to do it, maybe you’ll have to wait a few days; in my current state, I really can’t satisfy you."

Ethan slowly turned around, gaze intense as he looked at the angry woman.

Hugh blushed at his words; was she really that desperate?

She frowned; when she pulled him earlier, she clearly felt his abnormal body temperature.

Now, hearing his nonsense, her face flushed, probably even warmer than his.

She didn’t answer him directly, instead reaching out to feel his forehead.

It was burning hot.

He really seemed to have a fever.

"Get up, eat something, then let’s get you some medicine." she said, not very pleasantly.

Ethan still didn’t respond, facing away to continue sleeping.

"..." Hugh paused, then turned and left the apartment.

Not until he heard the door close did Ethan get up from the sofa.

Well, the woman really left.

He sighed, wondering what kind of terrible idea this was; things had been going so well just now.

He glanced at the supper she left on the table, his stomach growling in hunger.

Yet he felt no appetite, lying back down to continue sleeping.