CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115: HUNG UP ON HER CALL

As Zane Sterling approached, Sophia Lowell could see the marks on him more clearly.

It was the color of Beau Morgan’s lipstick.

She released her hand and said calmly, "Have something to eat first, Manager Morgan’s health porridge is in here, heat it up when she wakes." Sophia opened the takeaway box and handed him a pair of disposable chopsticks.

As soon as she finished speaking, she wiped her finger across the lipstick mark on his clothes.

She wiped forcefully, making Zane Sterling wince in pain, but he said nothing, just endured it.

"This lipstick color doesn’t suit you, let me change it for you," Sophia pouted.

Before he could think, this woman domineeringly hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The man then understood that this was how she intended to change the lipstick.

He bent slightly, circled her waist with his arm, and with a large palm on the back of her head, deepened the kiss.

He became more certain that this woman had fallen for him, or she wouldn’t be acting so out of character. The anger she had when she came in was palpable, though he didn’t know the source at the time. However, he felt a thrill throughout his body.

This was a unique possessiveness one person had for another.

Sophia Lowell gently pushed the distance between them.

But Zane Sterling tightened his grip.

So this is what it feels like when a woman is jealous, something he felt for the first time. He even hoped that Sophia could be like this more often in the future, love him a little more, feel a bit more jealous.

At this moment, Sophia felt like his possession, unable to escape his embrace.

Her body was soft, not knowing when it became that way.

Zane Sterling’s kissing skills were beyond doubt.

Sophia Lowell pushed him away, leaving his embrace.

Zane Sterling smirked, pinched her blushing face.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Beau Morgan frowned, her face flushed red, her fists tightly clenched under the blanket.

These two were so blatant in front of a patient, do they think the patient is dead!?

Beau Morgan wanted to get up but was afraid of seeing something she shouldn’t and hadn’t figured out how to face such a scene.

Truly infuriating!

Shameless indeed!

"What are you doing? It would be bad if she wakes up and somebody sees us." Sophia glared at him.

Zane Sterling gave a charming smile, leaned to her ear, and whispered with warm breath on her flushed earlobe, "If she hears, she probably won’t dare to wake up."

Sophia chuckled to herself, agreeing it seemed true, and punched him playfully to push him away.

Beau Morgan heard every word.

The two sat on the sofa, exchanging words while eating lunch.

"I’m going to the bathroom." Sophia had little appetite, just picking at her food.

There was a bathroom in the ward; she just wanted some fresh air.

This woman brought her trouble. Although Zane Sterling’s stance was clear, she was like a ticking time bomb, a potential source of unpleasant events, yet Sophia couldn’t do anything about her.

"Didn’t expect you to have such a despondent state? That’s not a good sign." Faye Ellison appeared beside Sophia without her noticing.

Sophia smiled, and the two tacitly found an empty corridor to chat.

"What kind of person is Beau Morgan?" Sophia asked.

"I only met her once. She wanted to be a student of the professor. Managed to get a meeting through connections, had a meal, and the professor didn’t like her much. Her parents are university professors, quite notable figures, so the professor gave her face, but nothing came of it."

Faye Ellison leaned against the wall, absentmindedly kicking the floor, gazing intently at Sophia who was also leaning against the wall.

"How did you figure Beau Morgan isn’t a good person?" she asked.

Faye Ellison smiled and said nothing.

Beau Morgan’s major is market management. She self-taught fashion design, talented in her own right, and reportedly designed for some socialites in the circle.

However, the reviews were so-so, and not very effective.

She learned solely to follow Zane Sterling, whose focus in recent years was entirely on Spectra Apparel, trying to follow his lead.

Professor Carter is a renowned designer domestically, doesn’t often design, but when he does, it causes a sensation in the entire circle.

Sophia is his student.

The afternoon sun streamed through the corridor windows, casting a long shadow of Faye Ellison’s tall figure, the sunlight forming a perfect profile on his face.

Faye Ellison epitomized calmness, truly gentle, truly sincere, and his presence seemed to make the air mellow.

She smiled softly.

"You must come to my place often. The professor’s scolding is all directed at me; at least someone like you around would share the blame, making it not as bad." He chuckled.

Sophia laughed along.

Previously, Sophia always immersed herself in Professor Carter’s studio with them, focusing solely on designing.

Now, she spent her weekends entwined with Zane Sterling...

...Delving into just one thing—

She recalled the minutes in the ward just now; his lips were so soft, kissing him was like being enchanted, almost losing control.

Every place Zane Sterling touched on her felt like a spark capable of causing a prairie fire, burning fast, burning fiercely, unstoppable.

"Sophia." Faye Ellison brought her back to reality.

"Hmm." She responded lightly, concealing her distraction.

"Remember to call me if anything comes up. I have matters to attend to, so I must leave." He said.

"Okay, thank you, Faye Ellison." Sophia didn’t ask him to stay.

Faye Ellison smiled at her and walked away from the corridor.

Sophia lingered a bit longer in the hallway, then prepared to leave, but as she passed the fire escape, a black hand dragged her in.

Before she could react, she was bagged.

She struggled desperately, yelling for help, inadvertently breaking free and rolling down the stairs, still bagged.

"Ah..."

The stairs bruised her body all over.

But she couldn’t afford to linger. She had to escape.

She pushed open the bag with her hand and accidentally heard a man curse.

Before she could see what the man looked like, he jumped down the stairs to try and pin her, but Sophia kicked him and sent him tumbling down.

Panic-stricken, she phoned Zane Sterling as she ran upstairs.

She desperately twisted open the emergency exit door, but it was locked tight. Helpless, she kept ascending.

At that moment, Zane Sterling was pushing Beau Morgan in a wheelchair to the bathroom; his phone was on silent, next to the lunch boxes, so he heard nothing.

Zane Sterling settled Beau Morgan and went back to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Sophia’s call came through again, and Beau Morgan smirked, picked up Zane Sterling’s phone, hung up her call, and turned it off, placing it on the floor beside her.