CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: YOU NEED AN APPOINTMENT TO CHAT WITH MY HUSBAND

In less than ten minutes, he was back.

Sophia Lowell stood at the entrance to greet him.

His face was flushed red from the wind and snow, a faint mist exhaling from his mouth, hair damp with snow water, and his hands carrying the black plastic bag had become slightly stiff.

She shyly patted the snow water off his hair, covered his cold cheeks with her hands, and then took the bag from his hands, placing it aside, warming his large hands with her breath.

"Rushing so much, didn’t even think to wear an extra layer." At 166 cm tall, she had to stand on her tiptoes to barely reach his chin.

Zane Sterling blushed, lowering his body deliberately to match her actions.

His whole body became hot, his body temperature quickly warming up.

Sophia Lowell tried to act like a caring wife, brushing his cheeks, wiping the water droplets off his eyelashes, her warm little hands repeatedly covering his face.

Zane couldn’t bear such accidental teasing, he turned his face slightly to the side, "You go handle it first."

"Okay."

A little worried about him catching a cold, after handling things herself, Sophia asked Zane to take another hot shower.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, they finally lay on the same bed.

Their hands placed outside the quilt, lying flat and proper, so good, so strange.

Was it the jetlag? Their eyes were wide open; they couldn’t fall asleep.

As a result, the next day they slept until after ten o’clock.

Zane still lay flat and proper, even in sleep he exuded that steady temperament, except his head was slightly tilted towards her, his chin resting on her head.

As always, Sophia lay on him, her arms wrapped around his chest, her little head buried in his neck, and her waist at some point had already been wrapped by his large hand.

He woke up but didn’t get up, quietly inhaling the scent of her hair, gently massaging her slender waist.

Bzz bzz——

The phone vibrated.

In her dream, Sophia sighed, slowly turned over, groped for the phone by the bedside, half-awake, and blindly swiped the green button beside it from memory.

[Hello...]Sophia.

[...]There was silence on the other end.

"Hmm? Wrong number?" Sophia picked up the phone, opened her sleepy eyes. "Old man?"

The name on the screen, she seemed to not have any friends with this title, she was dumbfounded for a moment, it seemed not to be her phone.

She looked up at Zane.

He looked down, their eyes met.

Sophia slowly handed the phone over to him, his slender fingers took the phone, and their fingertip touched for a brief moment, like a spark setting dry tinder aflame, burning each other.

[Dad.]

As soon as he picked up, the other end hung up.

Zane snorted softly, raising his lips in a smile.

Sophia quickly climbed up and walked out of the room.

After washing up, Zane had someone deliver breakfast, it was simple, just ordinary sandwiches and steaming hot milk.

At eleven thirty, after sending a message to Autumn Lowell, they set off.

They rented a car again, but this time the car seemed much more comfortable than the last time.

Before getting in the car, Zane went somewhere, and Sophia waited in the car for a full ten minutes.

When he returned, he was already slightly panting.

He closed the car door, a slight cold breeze wafted in as the door shut.

"Where did you go?" Sophia didn’t understand; here he was a foreign corporate executive, unfamiliar with the area, unable to understand the local dialect, he went out without a word, what if he got lost, she’d be in big trouble.

He pulled out a packet of hand warmers from his pocket.

"Are you very cold?" Sophia.

"For your stomach." He handed them over.

"..."

"Take it," he pushed them forward, his gaze somewhat cold, like instructing a child: "Or do you want me to help you put it on?"

"My stomach doesn’t hurt." Sophia stretched out her gloved hand but accepted it anyway. "Alright then..."

She never had pains during her period; Autumn Lowell gave her nutrients since childhood, so later during her period, it was particularly heavy, but aside from the heaviness, she never felt pain, nor had she ever used such a thing.

Where did he learn this from?

Nevertheless, Sophia obediently stuck one on her abdomen under the second layer of clothing.

Autumn Lowell lived in a courtyard in Dreamville, something she bought with most of her life savings. The courtyard was over three hundred square meters, filled with poetry and charm, her friends visited annually, especially Zoe Walsh.

"Don’t wander off on your own next time, even though public safety in The S Republic isn’t bad, some people aren’t friendly." Sophia looked ahead.

"Alright." He smiled slightly.

Zane didn’t use GPS, Sophia only realized they were at the destination when they arrived.

He was quite familiar with the routes here.

The car parked next to the courtyard and with warm sunlight streaming in through the car window, Zane unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Wear your coat before going out." Zane turned sideways, taking her coat from the back seat.

With a hand warmer stuck to her, Sophia felt hot all over, making her dare not move, and moving felt like a catastrophe, flood, blood flowing endlessly.

It felt almost unbearable after half an hour.

Once she put on her coat, opened the co-pilot door, only then did Zane open the driver’s side door.

"Ms. Lowell! I’m back!" Getting out of the car, Sophia ran towards the courtyard.

Zane followed behind, carrying her bag.

"Still so reckless!"

Autumn Lowell, with a head of golden hair, wore an exquisite, high-quality national style wool coat, awaiting at the courtyard gate.

Sophia whispered something in her ear, then hurriedly ran inside.

"Mom." Zane walked toward Autumn.

"Zane, we meet again!" Autumn affectionately called: "Has Sophia been a trouble for you?"

"Afraid she didn’t get a chance."

They walked into the courtyard together.

"This child, always so rash, and doesn’t think before speaking."

"Quite fine."

Sophia hurried inside the courtyard, looked back puzzledly, and saw her bag curiously slung over his shoulder.

Zane glanced at her gaze, handed the bag to her.

At noon, they had hotpot.

Autumn Lowell and Zane were chatting and laughing; Zane was so sensible, every move showed the elegance of ancient Confucian traditions.

In contrast, Sophia seemed like she was meeting the parents for the first time, devoid of topics.

"What’s the matter? Bitter gourd face?" Autumn asked.

"You two seem familiar, chat more, otherwise, when we return home, wanting to chat with my husband might require an appointment."

Her appetite today was much better than yesterday’s; she talked more, and the boiled meat was all gone, even the vegetables weren’t enough for her.

Autumn even went to the vegetable garden to pick several back.

Husband...

Zane turned his head to look at her, she playfully licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, revealing a smudge of oil.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he pulled out a napkin to wipe it for her.

This scene was caught by Autumn, who chuckled quietly.

Sophia bit her lip, her gaze wandering, still not used to it.

After eating, Sophia wanted to stroll around the town, Autumn didn’t want to follow the young ones, and she was tired of going there, she recommended some fun places, then urged them to go out.

Zane remained silent.

Sophia didn’t feel like pulling her along.

It was enough for the two of them to be awkward; no need to drag another person along.