Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 210: You’ve Got the Wrong Person

"What’s wrong, did you have a fight with him?" Sophia vaguely knew what was going on.

Hugh Irving sneered, "Not worth it. It’s just an agreement. Investing feelings is too exhausting. Men have always been unreliable. I’m just playing with someone’s feelings to pass the time."

She didn’t realize how sharp these words were to Sophia’s ears.

Investing feelings is exhausting.

Men have always been unreliable.

Hugh suddenly stopped talking, closing her mouth.

Sophia, with reddened eyes, smiled without responding.

"I need a few days off, don’t let anyone disturb me." She said lightly, "I might need you to help bring some luggage from the villa."

She didn’t want to go back. Once she entered the villa, the home that used to belong to both of them, she’d recall the love memories they left in every corner.

She planned to stay here for a while. Here everything was provided, and she wouldn’t have to run around meeting people she didn’t want to see.

"Okay." Hugh nodded in agreement.

Sophia walked towards the backyard, entered the elevator, and went to the third floor. Upstairs is a suite of more than a hundred square meters, two rooms. Usually, Sophia and Hugh took a break there after working hard, and others rarely went up.

*

In the hospital.

Zane Sterling sat on the hospital bed in a loose outfit, his pale face adorned with light blue stubble, stretching out his hand to receive the warm water Eugene Sterling handed over.

"I’m fine now, you all go back." He wanted to have a quiet moment alone.

When he woke up, Eugene had already told him about Sophia, making his heart feel chaotic and immediately calling Ansel.

If she returned, tell him; if she dragged luggage, then tie her up.

He felt like a bandit now.

Sophia was about to become the bride he would abduct.

He no longer knew what to do.

Sophia had never lost her temper with him.

Even though her nature was bold, seemingly fearless, at heart she was gentle and cultured.

Her ability to argue was stronger than his physical fitness, he had seen this but never experienced it, nor did he want to.

Sophia never fought with him and never had the chance to.

She was direct and thoughtful, everything she did was uniquely perfect.

Zane deeply feared her talent demonstrated against him, at that time he would be utterly defeated.

So he thought of only one solution, that is to bind her, keep her by his side.

No matter what, he couldn’t let her leave!

Eugene couldn’t be bothered to deal with this rebellious son, knowing the hospital couldn’t confine him. With his behavior, he would certainly sneak away to find Sophia.

This was reminiscent of Eugene’s own stubborn pursuit of Zoe Wales before.

So he left.

Instead of painstakingly advising him, it was better to let Zane hit the wall himself.

Sure enough, once Eugene walked away, Zane turned around and had someone arrange for his discharge, not wanting to linger a moment longer.

He was still feverish, although slightly reduced, his body still felt hot, weakened, with the burn feeling more severe due to the wounds.

"Madam hasn’t returned, probably going to stay at the studio." Ansel sat in the front passenger seat.

The man in the backseat glanced at documents on a laptop, then made a call to Ethan Sinclair.

[Any progress?]

Ethan paused, saying: [That person had a terminal illness, after giving you the room card, jumped into the river that night, was only fished out last night. The money was given in cash. When they withdrew it, someone directed them to a certain place, with no idea who it was.]

This person had quite strong counter-surveillance abilities.

[Bring them back and take good care of them.]

[Understood.] Ethan, with dark circles, went to Tim Sawyer’s suite.

"Miss Sawyer, have you been sleeping well these past days?" Ethan, crossed legged, sat on the sofa, his cold, handsome eyes flickering across her face.

"Thanks to you, I’ve slept quite well." Tim sneered coldly, her tone accusing their cruelty!

She felt like she had traveled back to a previous age, shackled by others, cut off from all external contact, trapped here without escape.

"You’d better clearly think about what you’re going to say. Tomorrow, I’ll take you back. Don’t blame me for not reminding you," Ethan lightly smirked.

Tim’s spine felt a chill.

She feared facing Zane. His actions that day kept her awake all night. If sent back, Zane wouldn’t let her off!

Not only Zane, Sophia’s grandfather would definitely not spare her!

She regretted it.

She shouldn’t have done it!

She naively thought Zane would go easy, especially thinking he would handle things better at that moment, unexpectedly realizing Zane wanted her gone.

Zane didn’t care about her fate.

His eyes saw only Sophia.

Zane loved Sophia, not because of Tim, not because of some shadow, nor because of the absurd resemblance.

Simply because that person was Sophia.

But now she couldn’t just be brought back; she had to find a way to escape.

Otherwise, returning would be fatal!

What to do?

Her mind suddenly went blank; she was done for!

*

Zane drove to SY Studio’s front, and upon getting out intending to enter, he saw a conspicuous sign hanging at the door.

[Zane and dogs are not allowed inside]

The furrow in his brow deepened further.

Her speed was quite fast.

He ignored the sign, simply walked in.

"Sir..."

Ansel, stunned at the spot, didn’t know whether to follow in, thinking why couldn’t he go inside as he wasn’t Zane?

He pursed his lips, contemplating for two seconds, and followed inside.

"Mr. Sterling." Corinne Chapman saw Zane on her first glance.

How could she not recognize this person!

Corinne hastened to stop him.

"Sorry, Mr. Sterling, you can’t go in..."

Zane sneered at her as he passed by, "You’ve mistaken, I’m no Mr. Sterling."

Ansel behind pursed his lips, unable to say anything.

Out in public, identity was self-asserted.

Corinne pressed her lips, turning aside, allowing him to "barge" inside.

She couldn’t stop him.

With a "flared" reminder, "Sophia’s resting on the third floor! Just woke up, don’t disturb her!"

Zane quickly walked across the yard to the backyard, casually grabbing scissors off the table as he entered the elevator.

Hugh, working nearby, witnessed the scene but didn’t stop, continuing with his tasks.

Ansel swallowed hard, what was he doing with scissors?

He wanted to follow, Zane gave him a knowing look.

Ansel halted his steps.

Reaching the third floor, as soon as the elevator doors opened, there was a spacious living room.

Sophia, in homewear, was holding a cup of warm water, ready to return to the room to sleep a bit more.

Having just finished the water and put down the glass, she heard the elevator door open.

A tall figure entered her line of sight.

She paused, looking him up and down.

Usually neatly dressed, his shirt was wrinkled today, messily tucked into his pants, and he held a pair of scissors.

Wait, scissors?

What did he come up here with scissors for?