Drenched in Love

Sophia's breathing was disturbed, so was her heart. Her fingertips holding the bath towel were even a bit hot.

Sophia could not wipe his body anymore as if the bath towel was exceptionally heavy.

Stephen lowered his eyebrows and looked at Sophia's embarrassment at the moment. He felt more comfortable than ever before because not only he was messed up, but also her. Seeing that Sophia had stopped, Stephen asked quietly, "Why do you stop?"

Sophia came to herself, and bit her lip hard to make herself calm down, and continued to wipe Stephen's body.

After wiping, Sophia fled to leave the bedroom, and rushed down the stairs to her room.

When closing the door, Sophia failed to control her strength, and the door slammed shut. Hannah, who was outside the door, couldn't help frowning and muttering.

Sophia ignored this. She leaned against the wooden door, with her hand covering her chest, panting heavily.

On the second floor, Stephen, who managed to make Sophia flee, couldn't help but curl his mouth. He put on his pajamas and went to bed in a happy spirit.

When he lay down on the bed and was about to turn off the light, he noticed he had never been so happy for the past five years, and he stopped his smile.

He put a slightly cool finger on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with obvious astonishment, as if he didn't believe that he would even laugh.

To avoid embarrassment, Sophia didn't make breakfast for Stephen the next morning and told Hannah that she got urgent things to do in her office, and asked her to cook breakfast for Stephen, and then drove to the company.

Stephen went downstairs and didn't find Sophia. He frowned but didn't say anything else. He sat at the dinner table and watched the economic news as usual.

Hannah waited on his side, looking at Stephen, and thinking about Sophia who had hurried away this morning. She felt that they were a little strange, but she didn't know why.

After sitting in the office and having a video conference, Stephen raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already half past twelve. He got up and went out to eat. When he passed the company lobby, he heard the two girls at the front desk chatting.

"Although he didn't say to accept me directly, he didn't refuse me either. I asked him to eat out and he also accepted. And from time to time he also asked me to eat out, but he has not told me how he felt yet. No matter how I hinted expressly, he did not reveal his feelings. Do you think he likes me or not? What does he want to do?"

"If he is not emotionally slow, then he must be treating you as a back-up."

"Then should I ignore him in the future?" The girl was very disappointed, "but I can't bear it. I have thought that if he asks me out again and I would not go out. I would just stay away, but each time he calls I can't help answering the phone."

"Since you are reluctant, then have a try on that man to see whether he cherishes you or not. If he calls you out again, you tell him that you have an appointment to have dinner with another man. If he is jealous, there is still hope for you. If he doesn't say anything, you should give up as soon as possible."

"Although we cannot say that a man is into you, because he doesn't like you to be with another man, but if he says nothing, he doesn't like you definitely."

"Have a try, if he feels uncomfortable and jealous, as long as he is not a playa, he still has you in his heart."

After making a big talk, one of the girls raised her head inadvertently, and saw Stephen standing not far away. Her face became stiff, and she immediately stood up straight: "Mr. Berry!" The other girl was also stunned.

Looking at Stephen's gloomy face and cold aura, the two girls were terrified, and clenched their fists, afraid that Stephen had heard them and would fire them because of this. Stephen looked at the two girls at the front desk and didn't speak for a long time.

This silence made the two front desk girls more and more panicked. One of them said boldly, "Mr. Berry, what can I do for you?"

Stephen looked at them, turned away without a word coldly.

The two reception girls let out a long sigh of relief as Stephen left.

"Just now... Mr. Berry didn't say he wanted to fire us, right?"

"No. Since Mr. Berry didn't say anything, then... we should be all right?"

"Probably."

After leaving the Berry Group, Stephen sped up, and walked into the familiar restaurant. He sat in the booth and took several sips of tea, and until then his face eased slightly. But thinking of the conversation between the two girls just now in the hall, he was sunk again.

If he felt uncomfortable, he had you in his heart.

Stephen held the teacup tightly. He thought of how he felt when he saw Sophia and Emmanuel together before. He was uncomfortable, angry, and wanting to destroy their relationship.

At that time, he told himself that it was only because Sophia had no conscience and had failed to live up to his care, so he was angry. But after listening to the conversation between the two front-desk girls just now, and thinking about his mood at the time... it seemed that he was really jealous.

Stephen squeezed the teacup, and swallowed some tea: It was not like that! He was not jealous! He was just...

Suddenly, Stephen thought of asking Sophia to help him take a bath and wipe his body last night. Seeing Sophia's shyness and confusion, he couldn't help but smile...

Stephen found sadly that he had fallen in love with Sophia indeed.

In fact, before long, he had already... but he had not been willing to admit it.

Stephen held the teacup tighter and tighter, almost crushing the teacup: No! impossible! Absolutely not! Sophia was the murderer of Jessie. How could he fall in love with her? How could he fall in love with her?

"Bang", the teacup broke. Shards of glass pierced into his palm, and bright red blood spilled out.

He ignored the wound on his palm and looked straight into the void. At this moment, he was like a trapped beast, struggling to rush out of the cage, but he was covered with blood and still couldn't escape. Just when he thought he was going to die in the cage, a bright light appeared in front of him.

Stephen thought of the time when Vincent came to the house. That time, Sophia cried so sad because of Vincent's distrust. Sophia was not afraid of any other difficulty, except for the harm to her relatives and lovers, if... Stephen clenched his fists sharply, his eyes gleaming: If I made her love more deeply and hurt her more seriously, she would rather die than live.

Another faint voice sounded from the bottom of his heart: Stephen, you were just making excuses for yourself to indulge your feelings! You were no longer revenging for Jessie, but moved by the woman called Sophia! As soon as this idea came into his mind, Stephen suppressed it: No. He hadn't fallen in love with that woman. Everything he did was for revenge.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐