CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: SHARING THE SAME ROOM

After sleeping for a few hours on the plane, arriving in The S Republic was just at four in the afternoon.

At the airport, they hurriedly changed into warm clothes and then gathered to head to the hotel.

"Mr. Sterling, your room card." Bianca White was distributing room cards in the luxury hotel’s lobby.

"Director Nash, you and Assistant Sinclair will share a room."

Finally, she returned to Sophia Lowell’s side: "Ms. Lowell, you’re with me."

Sophia sneaked a glance at Zane Sterling and let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay."

Their floors were different, and the layout of the rooms was also different.

Zane was on the first floor making phone calls, instructing on some matters, while the others went upstairs.

Sophia hurriedly followed Bianca into the elevator.

Upon reaching the room, she was somewhat taken aback. Her and Bianca’s room was not a double suite but instead a master bed, a super-luxurious master bedroom.

So extravagant!

Sophia was so tired that she dropped her luggage and plopped down on the sofa, dazedly lying down.

"Mrs. Sterling, I’ve unpacked your luggage for you. If you need anything, feel free to call me." Bianca was organizing Sophia’s suitcase in front of the wardrobe.

While her own suitcase remained untouched.

"Hmm? No need, I can do it myself, you go ahead." Sophia quickly got up.

She was still unaccustomed to being called Mrs. Sterling, there was always a strange feeling to it.

She had already finished unpacking everything herself.

Alright...

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Bianca hurriedly walked over to open the door.

Sophia sighed, lying on the sofa and turning her back to the door.

Could Zane’s female secretary be recruited just for her?

She felt like a tool person brought here without any capacity to resist, she pondered deeply.

There was no more noise from outside the door, only the sound of leather shoes tapping and the wheels of a suitcase rolling.

"Tired?" Zane’s voice.

"?"

Sophia, who had just closed her eyes, suddenly opened them, turning her head to look back.

Bianca was already nowhere to be seen, replaced by Zane.

"..."

Sophia sat upright holding the pillow, her face blank, with three words floating in her mind:

’I’m doomed.’

Zane didn’t explain her reaction, instead packed the luggage himself, naturally placing the clothes into the wardrobe.

Bianca was just a cover-up, confirming her suspicions. Bianca was indeed recruited by Zane as a secretary for convenience.

Darn it, her recently laid-down heart was anxious again.

"If you’re tired, go rest in the room, we’ll go out for dinner in two hours."

He sat on the sofa next to her, opened his laptop, put on Bluetooth earphones, and started working.

"Okay." She appeared uncomfortable, not daring to return to the room, fearing he would follow in, making things awkward.

She recalled his blush-inducing state yesterday morning, ’I...want...’

"I’m not tired." She picked up her phone, pretending to be busy, and sent a message to Autumn Lowell.

[Ms. Lowell, tomorrow I’ll bring the son-in-law over to have a meal with you.]

[Are you in The S Republic yet?]

[Yes!]

[Video call]Autumn Lowell initiated a video call.

"..." Sophia was startled and hung up immediately.

Zane raised his eyebrows to glance at her.

Sophia bit her lip, thinking she had disturbed him. Knowing he’s not fond of speaking, she pretended to explain casually: "It’s a call from mom."

His expression changed slightly; he moved his long fingers to the earphones: "Meeting delayed by ten minutes."

He took off the earphones and set the laptop aside.

"You were in a meeting?!" she exclaimed in surprise, amazed at how quiet he was even during meetings!

"Hmm." He got up and stepped towards Sophia, an invisible strong pressure accompanied him, he sat beside her, enveloping her in his warm presence.

Sophia had no retreat, as the sofa armrest was already there.

So, what was he here for?

[Video call]Autumn Lowell’s video call was quite persistent.

Sophia swallowed hard, fluttering her lashes, hesitating whether to answer, but found Zane continually watching her.

Courting disaster! Her socially active nature was thoroughly suppressed beside him!

She tremblingly picked up the phone, swiped the green screen, and connected.

Three people appeared on the phone screen together.

"Zane! It’s really you!" Autumn Lowell was sitting in the yard drinking tea, earnestly examining the golden boy and girl in the video.

Only through the video did Sophia realize, in the narrow lens, Zane leaned closer to her, close enough for her to feel his warm cheek pressed against her ear.

"Ma." Zane.

"Yesterday Miss Walsh mentioned that the one married to you is Sophia, that’s when I remembered! No wonder the photo of yours looked so familiar that day! When did you two get together? Why were there no whispers at all?"

Autumn Lowell left no room, bombarding with several questions, not knowing which one to answer first.

"Ms. Lowell, I’ll explain these questions properly another day, okay." Sophia.

Zane chuckled secretly.

"When will you come tomorrow? I see the location shows it should take you half an hour." Autumn was eloquent, unable to detect the embarrassment on Sophia’s face.

"Ma, we’ll come after we wake up, we’ll call you in advance then." Zane glanced sideways at Sophia.

"Oh!" Autumn understood his unspoken hint.

"Ma, we just got off the plane." Sophia hurriedly added, making a joke.

Autumn also was sensible, quickly saying: "Chat tomorrow when we meet! You take a rest first!"

[Buzz—]

Sophia hurriedly put away the phone, breathing a sigh of relief.

But when did his hand wrap around her waist, so naturally?

"You go ahead with the meeting first, I’ll go to the room and rest." She pointed to the room.

"Okay." He said.

She stuffed the pillow between Zane’s legs, covering that already bulging arch, then swiftly left.

Zane glanced at the empty spot, then at the pillow, with his gaze lowered, curling his lips.

"Clack." The room door closed, faintly hearing the subtle sound of the lock.

Sophia paced back and forth in the room, hands covering her face.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

[Buzz Buzz—]

Ariel, her good friend living in The S Republic, called.

[Ariel...]

Sophia, coquettishly looking at the door, afraid Zane outside the living room might hear, walked to the balcony.

[Sophia, heard you’re back? Came with your flash-married domineering chief?] Ariel’s voice was quite gossiping.

[Yes, I was just thinking of finding you!]

Sophia leaned on the balcony, watching the slightly falling snow in the sky, she stretched out her hand, capturing the lightly dropping snow.

[What’s up? Just a few days into marriage and already facing problems?]

Sophia felt it hard to speak, was silent for a while.

[Is it that matter?]Sure enough, the insightful Ariel knew instantly with just one look.

[Are you like a worm in my heart?]

[Come on, besides that matter, what else could newly married couples have problems with? Is this a problem? This is a bonus question! From the photos you sent, he seems very adept; surely you haven’t started the second time, right?]

[Come on, the first time almost killed me! It felt like it was going to break, how dare I try a second time?]

With blushing cheeks, Sophia spoke into the phone, suddenly feeling quite risqué.

Sophia sighed softly: [Can’t walk properly for three days...]

[You’re overthinking, the second time won’t hurt...]

Sophia listened to the call pacing on the balcony, suddenly she stopped.

The conversation abruptly ceased.