CHAPTER 169: CHAPTER 169: HE SAID HE WANTS TO HAVE A BABY

The banquet was halfway through, and Nathan still hadn’t shown up.

But she sent a message saying she was currently strolling around with Clay Gable.

So Sophia and the others had nothing to worry about.

At this moment, Zane Sterling, holding a wine glass, walked over to them.

Right now, Sophia and Hugh were surrounded by a group of people chatting.

"Sorry to interrupt." Zane stood politely to the side.

At this, people made way for him.

"Mr. Sterling..." everyone greeted him.

Today he was the star of the event, so everyone naturally recognized him.

Zane nodded and smiled, "Pardon the interruption, but I wonder if Mrs. Sterling is ready for me now?"

His gaze slowly settled on Sophia.

Sophia smiled gently.

"Mrs. Sterling?" Some of the crowd exchanged glances; a few didn’t recognize Mrs. Sterling.

They followed Zane’s gaze to Sophia.

Sophia casually walked over to him, and Zane extended his hand, which she naturally took.

"Sorry, please continue." Zane said, leading her away.

"Apologies," Sophia said with a polite smile.

Leaving under everyone’s envious eyes.

"So she’s Mrs. Sterling!"

"Such a perfect match, the famous designer and the CEO of a listed company, they’re too compatible!"

"This secret marriage is thrilling; I almost offended the CEO’s wife."

...

"Just saw on the forum, my dear Ms. Lowell is famous now." Zane pinched her cheek.

"Not as impressive as Mr. Big CEO," Sophia playfully pretended to make a call,"It’s dark, time to close the net."

Zane chuckled, "Nothing escapes you, does it?"

"Beau Morgan was taken away, was it your doing?"

"I merely provided some evidence. She had it coming."

Wasn’t she trying to show off with her dresses?

Let her show off to her heart’s content!

The grander she was while wearing them, the more humiliating it was when she was taken away!

Who told her to bully my wife, who told her to be out of line, who told her to overstep?

Once she’s gone, the shareholders certainly won’t keep her; removing her from the company will be a matter of course.

What he didn’t expect was that Sophia also set a trap for Beau Morgan.

This was the woman he loved, always liked to do things openly.

"Drake Morgan disappeared..." she lowered her voice, "was that your doing too?"

"Don’t think your husband is that ruthless. I’m a law-abiding citizen; I’d never do anything illegal."

Sophia still had more questions, but he led her over to speak with some executives.

Zane wasn’t the least bit surprised about Drake Morgan’s disappearance, further confirming to Sophia it had something to do with him.

The Blackwood Group affair went without saying.

As for Drake Morgan, he only did half the job.

He did have the man captured, but didn’t do anything to him, just tossed him into a warehouse in the suburbs and informed the families of the college girls he had assaulted.

The outcome was unknown.

By the time the socializing was done, it was already midnight.

Sophia supported Zane as they walked to the yard.

This time he was truly drunk, even stopped to puke midway.

"Sophia..."

Zane’s hand hung on her shoulder, subconsciously relaxing, but Sophia still felt crushed under the weight.

"Sophia..." he mumbled repeatedly.

"I’m here." Sophia swiped the card and entered the room.

"Sophia, I love you..."

"I know."

"I love you..."

He murmured, turned around, and held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

"I know, can you bathe by yourself?" Sophia struggled to support him.

The clothes were already soiled when he puked earlier.

"Can you help me bathe, please?" He asked coquettishly, yet seemed quite sober, not at all like someone drunk.

"..."

Get you to bathe, why don’t you just climb to heaven?

Could he be pretending to be drunk to obtain some benefits?

"Why aren’t you saying anything?" he murmured in her ear.

"You’re a grown man, bathe yourself..." she muttered softly.

"No, I’ve helped you bathe so many times, and you’ve never helped me. It’s not fair." He exhaled alcohol, even burped a little.

Sophia feared he’d throw up right there, hurriedly pushed him away, guiding him to the bathroom.

As soon as they entered the bathroom, Zane pressed her against the sink, pulled down a towel, spread it over the countertop, and lifted her onto it by her waist.

The mirror reflected the perfect line of her back.

His legs were trapped between hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, his breathing gradually calming down.

But Sophia was far less composed, her breath noticeably quickened.

"Liar," she punched his muscular arm.

"I’m truly drunk, can’t muster any strength." He propped his hands on the sink, leaving a slight gap between them.

He wanted to kiss her but hesitated, afraid of being rejected since he just threw up.

"You seem quite strong to me."

"Well, sometimes I am pretty strong – do you like it?"

"..."

Zane reached out and caressed the woman’s rosy cheek, "I like..."

Sophia put her hand over his mouth, stopping him from speaking.

"Have some decency, will you?"

"Okay..."

He obediently held her waist, taking out a toothbrush from behind her and started squeezing toothpaste.

"Can you let me down first?" Sophia looked at the clingy man.

"No, if I let you go, you’ll ignore me."

"I won’t leave." Sophia frowned.

The man was heavy; lying against him like this made her shoulders ache.

He reluctantly let go, holding a cup and toothbrush in both hands.

He poured some water, one arm holding her waist, started brushing his teeth while still focused on her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Sophia smiled, realizing he was indeed quite drunk.

Zane remained silent, brushing his teeth attentively while looking at her.

She reached out and pinched his cheek.

There were thousands of pretty faces, but she only favored this one.

After brushing his teeth, he washed his face, looking significantly soberer.

"Sophia..." He stood close to her again, with their foreheads touching, his hands still gripping her slender waist.

"What is it?" Sophia looked at him indulgently.

"Can we have a baby?" He pulled her closer to his iron-hard body.

"No."

Her hands wrapped around his neck, looking at him seriously.

Zane’s sparkling eyes dimmed slightly.

"Why not?"

"Given your current state, I fear a baby might turn out to be a little drunkard."

Zane let out a laugh, significantly lightening the mood.

"It’s not like I want one immediately. Besides, it can’t happen tonight, really can’t." He pecked her lips like a bird.

"So, if you still want a baby when you’re clear-headed tomorrow, we can start preparing."

Upon hearing this, Zane hugged her tightly, not leaving any gaps.

"Then can you help me bathe please..."

His face nuzzled her neck, sending tingles through her.

She had never seriously bathed anyone before; it was always Zane bathing her, which felt quite embarrassing.

Bathing him would be...

Sophia didn’t dare to imagine.

Washing a six-foot-three man was certainly a bit unusual.

"Honey, okay...?" He wheedled.

"Fine then..."

Bathe you my ass—