Sophia was awakened by her alarm the following morning. Sunlight was already streaming through the curtains when she opened her eyes, and she could tell it was a pleasant day.

She pushed herself up into a seated position. Her cheeks grew warm upon recalling Alexander's kiss the night before.

If it weren't for that phone call, Alexander would probably have ravished me.

“Heat up some water, Genie.”

“Yes, Master.”

Giving her head a little shake, Sophia got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I have much to do at Sunshine Group today. There's also that lunch appointment.

The doorbell rang just when Sophia was done washing up.

She frowned. Who's here this early in the morning?

Sophia checked who was outside via her surveillance cameras and froze in surprise when she saw Alexander at the entrance before going downstairs to answer the door. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I'm sending my girlfriend to work.”

Alexander exited his car, which he had driven here himself.

Sophia turned to grant him entry. “Oh. Come on in.”

As soon as she turned around, Sophia felt something warm enclosing her hand. She looked down and saw it was tightly in Alexander's.

It was her first time being in such close proximity to a man and her first time having her hand held.

Sophia could not put her finger on that feeling rising within her. It was a mixture of embarrassment and also of warmth.

She looked up at Alexander and found him staring at her.

Sophia blushed. “Don't look at me like that, Alexander.”

“Why not?”

He frowned as if he did not understand.

Sophia pursed her lips. “It's not proper.”

“How is it not proper?”

Alexander hardly used to speak back then. Now, he's as inquisitive as Katherine.

Sophia was annoyed by his questions. “It's just not proper. Why would there be any reason for it?”

She did not dare tell him that the way he looked at her made her feel like a slab of tasty meat.

As they were all adults, Sophia did not dare employ suggestive innuendos.

Alexander noticed her ears were tinged pink. He tightened his grip around her hand, swallowed hard, and averted his gaze with difficulty. “All right,” he said softly.

Once they were up the stairs, Sophia retracted her hand to serve the drinks.

Alexander pursed his lips at his empty hand before placing the food he had brought on the dining table. He then received a mug she slid over while gazing at the one in her hand. “I like your mug.”

Sophia's mug had been bought from a trip abroad with Katherine several years ago. It was a painted mug with a unique design.

“I got it abroad.”

“I see,” Alexander answered. “Can I take a picture of it?”

Sophia shot him a look before sliding the mug over.

Wow. Alexander was not lying. He really is taking a picture.

Sophia recalled how he used to stare at her mug and realized with a start that she may have misunderstood him.

Could he be purely interested in my mug without a motive?

She had not considered that.

Alexander had come with a lot of food. He must have bought a little of everything because he did not know what she liked.

Sophia surveyed the dozen or so varieties on the table. “I like oatmeal and not pasta.”

“I'll get you some oatmeal tomorrow,” Alexander said at once.

“All right.”

It was half past eight when they finished their breakfast.

“I'll drive myself to work.”

If I went in his car, anybody with half a brain would know that we were in a relationship.

“All right. Would you like to have lunch together?”

Sophia giggled at that. “Are you that free these days?”

He did not even have time for lunch back then!

“I always have time for you.”

Sophia stared at him. The tinge of red that had subsided once again rose to her ears. “What has Samuel been teaching you?”

Alexander shook his head. “He didn't teach me anything. I'm speaking from the heart.”

He never understood how one could say such nauseating things, but now he knew.

Words tend to form themselves when one gazes at the one they love.

Sophia lowered her head to take a sip of her water. Alexander is different from how he used to be. Now, I can't even last two sentences against him.

“Have you had enough to eat?” he asked suddenly.

Sophia looked up at him and nodded. “I have.”

She did not usually eat large breakfasts, so it only took a few of the many buns and pastries Alexander bought to satiate her.

He leaned over suddenly. “Can I kiss you, Sophia?”

Though he posited it as a question, his lips were already upon hers as soon as he spoke.

Sophia grunted. Her grip around the mug tightened before slowly relaxing.

After forcing apart her lips, he began his assault. An instant later, all Sophia could taste was his breath.

His kisses were assertive and forceful, and she feared that he was about to swallow her whole.

Her body became warm due to the heat radiating from Alexander, as if her blood was boiling.

Sophia momentarily regained her composure when he lifted her off the chair. “Al—”

She tried calling his name, but he stifled her.

When it finally ended, Sophia felt as limp as a blade of grass in the aftermath of a tempest.

She clung onto Alexander's shoulders with her eyes closed. Between her breaths, she could hear him panting softly.

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