Drenched in Love

Sophia drove the car fast, and her fingertips holding the steering wheel were trembling slightly because of the intense emotions in her heart.

She stared at the front, watching the dense traffic outside the front windshield, but what flashed in her mind was the situation when she was with Stephen last night, and the intimate photo she saw on Hazel's computer in the office today. Thinking of the way that everyone looked at her, and Stephen's order for the public relations department to contact the media to delete posts and suppress the news, Sophia had a feeling of being discovered by others.

After buying the food and checking out at the cashier, she swiped Stephen's card, and signed "Stephen" on the UnionPay slip. Sophia woke up all of a sudden: She didn't need to be like this at all!

Because she and Stephen were innocent, and there was nothing between them!

In the situation yesterday, Stephen was helping her. But there was nothing between them! As long as she explained it clearly, there would be no troubles. After Sophia figured this out, her footsteps became much lighter. But after a few steps, she paused again: In fact, there were something between them.

They were not in the relationship as everyone imagined, but they had once had the most intimate contact.

Sophia shook her head, hoping to shake off the thoughts in her mind.

In the evening Stephen had a party and didn't come back for dinner. Sophia was a little leisurely. She cooked a bowl of noodles in the kitchen and ate it, and then went back to her room.

After she locked the bedroom door, Sophia took out a convenient bag from the corner of the closet. There was a dark shirt in the bag. The shirt was already wrinkled and there were dark muds on it. Through the plastic bag, she could smell a pungent, disgusting smell. This was the shirt Emmanuel wrapped around her when he rescued her. She picked it up from the trash can in the room and washed it. And then she hung it up in the room. Stephen called her to the second floor to wait for him to take a bath. When she came back, the flowers she placed on the window sill were gone, and so was the shirt on the hanger. Later, she found the dried roses and Emmanuel's shirt in the trash can outside the Berry villa.

Stephen threw the shirt away, and she picked it up again.

Sophia washed the shirt for three times before drying it in the bathroom of her room. After doing so, she locked the door carefully before she left the bathroom to prevent anyone from discovering it again. She made up a good idea that when the shirt was dry, she would gave it to Hazel, and then ask Hazel to return it to Emmanuel.

Because Emmanuel told her how he felt about her that day, Sophia didn't want to see him recently, even if she had agreed to continue to be friends with Emmanuel.

When you didn't know about it, you could behave as there was nothing. After you had known it, no matter how hard you pretended, you couldn't assume that nothing had happened.

Sophia turned off the light and planned to go to bed. A strong light came in from outside the window, followed by the sound of a car engine. Sophia's body stiffened: Stephen was back.

She stood at the door without raising her feet. In the dark, she was listening to the movement outside. She heard the extremely slight sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, and it was Stephen entering. She heard Hannah greet Stephen. After a moment of silence, there came a sound of door closing from upstairs, and Stephen entered the study.

Nothing happened to her.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, and she walked towards the bed. Just after she sat down on the bed, someone knocked on her door. It was Hannah: "Sophia, go and serve a cup of coffee for Mr. Berry." Sophia took the coffee to the second floor.

She didn't know what Stephen was doing. He tapped his fingers on the keyboard from time to time, with his brows frowning for a while and then extending. It seemed that he had encountered something troublesome, and then he thought of a way.

Standing at the entrance of the study with a cup of coffee, Sophia looked at Stephen's perfectly contoured and impeccable profile, slender fingers, and neat white shirt. She was a little dazed for a while, and she couldn't help sighing: He was really favored by God! She had been standing at the door for a long time, and Stephen frowned and turned his head with a cold look. Sophia came to herself immediately: "Mr. Berry, I brought a cup of coffee for you."

Sophia walked forward with the coffee. She told herself to be careful and leave as soon as the coffee was delivered, but she failed to notice the thread on the carpet under her feet. The toe of her shoe happened to be caught by the thread, but she continued to step forward without any awareness. As a result, her feet did not step out, but her body leaned forward uncontrollably.

She was already very close to Stephen's desk. If she fell down, her head would knock on the desk impartially.

Sophia, who could no longer control her body, closed her eyes subconsciously.

However, the pain she imagined did not come. When she fell, a pair of powerful hands stretched out and grabbed her underarms. And through a rotation, she was turned from face-down to face-up.

Sophia opened her eyes and saw the eyes above that had been cold but a bit relieved at the moment.

They two looked into each other's eyes for a while. Sophia realized that these were Stephen's eyes suddenly, so she struggled to get up in a panic. When she made the first move, the two hands grabbing her body increased strength and kept her back.

Stephen squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the red lips underneath that were lightly open because of tension. His breathing became heavier and his body became warmer. He no longer controlled his desires, and lowered his head slowly with the desire to kiss the red lips under him.

When Stephen's figure came down, Sophia realized what Stephen was going to do. With a look of panic on her face, Sophia struggled to get up, but Stephen's hands were holding her so tightly that her body couldn't move. Stephen's lips continued to move downward, and as soon as his lips touched Sophia's, a painful grunt came from Sophia's mouth.

Stephen frowned and looked up. He found that the coffee cup was still in Sophia's hand. Because of the struggle, the coffee in the cup overflowed and splashed on the back of Sophia's hand, leaving a dazzling red. Stephen grabbed the coffee cup from Sophia's hand, frowning deeper: "You almost fell! Why don't you let go of the cup?"

If it weren't for him, he knew how serious the consequences would be if Sophia fell like this and knocked on the edge of the desk.

Sophia got out of Stephen's arms, and took a step back to stay away from him without a word. She didn't think too much, and she just wanted to pass the cup of coffee safely to Stephen before leaving. Stephen glanced at Sophia again with dissatisfaction, and shouted at the door: "Hannah!"

"Hannah, get the scald cream!" Stephen told Hannah. After speaking, he glanced at Sophia and said annoyedly, "You don't need to take it over here. Take her downstairs to put a dressing on her wound!"☐☐☐☐☐