CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: HOW DO YOU PLAN TO PUNISH ME?

——For you!

Zane Sterling’s eyes were filled with turbulent waves.

Sophia Lowell swallowed, feeling the tension in the air.

Just three simple words, put together, led to an incomprehensible reverie.

For her.

He piled all his work on this company to handle.

Just to be closer to her.

Sophia’s heart trembled, inevitably causing ripples.

Turns out liking someone can reach such depths.

"Actually, I..." She wanted to confess that she was just a confused fool.

And it was at this moment, his kiss fell.

With an overwhelming masculine scent, pressing down strongly, trapping her between him and the chair.

She only felt as if the world was spinning, a long drought meeting rain, as if the delicacy in front of her was irresistible.

Her curled eyelashes were as helpless as a butterfly falling into water, yet like a hook mixed with passion and desire, pulling him into the abyss.

"I’m on my period..."

"..."

Zane’s eyes were filled with a watery gaze, hearing this was like having a bucket of cold water poured over a man’s head.

He had been thinking of enjoying the vacation.

Only to encounter such a situation at this critical moment.

He steadied his breathing but remained focused, staring straight at her.

His voice was broken and hoarse.

"It’s fine, other things work too..."

"!!"

What? What does he want?!

Absolutely not!

Her cheeks felt as if they were burning.

"This... won’t do..."

Zane swallowed, feeling wronged.

"Please..."

Shameless—

*

It’s really driving me crazy.

"Haha..."

Zane adjusted his clothes, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling up.

Her hands were so soft.

He wrapped his arms around Sophia’s waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Their ears were close together.

Zane closed his eyes, nuzzling against her neck.

"What do you want to eat, I’ll take you."

Sophia retracted her neck, it tickled, she still didn’t want to pay attention to him, even now her wrist still hurt.

A sore pain, and her face flushed red.

Once this man is satisfied, he becomes like a gentle giant animal, clinging to her, surprisingly obedient.

Who would have thought a usually stoic man would be like this under a woman’s skirt?

Sophia murmured: "I want to eat the most expensive."

Pouting with anger, she wanted to see what rich people could eat.

This elicited a burst of amused laughter from Zane.

"What are you laughing at?" Sophia wanted to scold him, annoyed.

"My wife is angry, a bit hard to cheer up."

He recalled how when they first got together, she always thought he was angry, sending him flowers, kisses, coaxing him in various ways.

She lived her days cautiously, treating him as a man she would spend the rest of her life with, fearing to bring him any trouble or displeasure.

Now it was his turn.

"See if you dare lie to me again." She pouted.

Zane hugged her tighter, inhaling her scent hungrily.

"So how do you plan to punish me? Hmm?"

Her body trembled.

This man, when speaking suggestively, was rather cultured.

"Grr..."

Sophia’s stomach betrayed her by making a noise.

——

Zane took her to The Private Kitchen.

A place where only the wealthy dined, open all night.

The car parked at the entrance, and the doorman came forward.

Carefully taking the Volkswagen keys Zane handed him.

The doorman was momentarily stunned, lifting clear eyes to look at these two people dressed in high fashion, yet driving an unremarkable Volkswagen.

Have the rich become this playful?

Sophia bit her lip.

It seemed she had embarrassed him.

Zane was nonchalant.

He bent his arm, looking at the girl beside him.

"Let’s go."

Sophia glanced sideways at him, somewhat awkwardly placing her hand under his arm, following him inside.

"You’re very nervous." His tone was firm.

"No, I’m not."

She was stubborn.

In these three months together, they hadn’t appeared alone publicly much.

When he said this, she felt like a spoiled princess.

He curved his mouth into a smile, said nothing, and stepped into the elevator.

They had just entered the elevator when another pair of shoes stepped in.

Sophia involuntarily leaned closer to Zane, slowly raising her head.

The elevator door mirrored Clay Gable’s perfect face.

Zane reached out, placing his large hand on her slender waist, pulling her closer.

Clay Gable lifted his lips, nodding at Sophia, then looked at Zane.

Zane kept his face cold, not giving him any acknowledgment.

Sophia’s face remained expressionless, too lazy to pay attention, slightly nodding in response.

As the elevator doors were about to close, a hand stopped them.

The three inside wisely stepped back.

Unexpectedly, it was Henry Quinn and Sienna Lawson, along with both families.

After more than a week of recovery, Henry’s hand was bandaged, seemingly broken.

His mouth bore a scabbed scar, and his eyes were dark with slightly swollen bruises.

Sienna lowered her eyelids, a murderous gaze in her eyes, her hand on her stomach tightening, the bones in her wrist protruding.

Zane smiled, squeezing Sophia’s soft waist.

This subtle action caught Henry and Sienna’s eyes.

The man blocking the door released his hand, allowing the elevator doors to close.

As the elevator doors tightly shut, Sophia could see Sienna’s man-eating expression, and Henry’s gaze filled with regret and possession.

Yet he dared not look at Sophia twice.

Because in the elevator, Zane’s gaze, through his glasses, broke his mental defenses completely.

Meanwhile, Clay Gable leisurely smoked a cigarette.

Looking detached and uninvolved.

After all, he was the youngest son of the Gable Family, previously the most favored one.

After Old Master Gable passed, the oldest siblings took away all the shares, deeming him too young.

He ventured out alone, creating a brand car dealership, dominating the industry.

He couldn’t care less about Lawson Family matters, even preferring things to escalate further.

Sophia found this out when she researched him after he invited her to join him.

The elevator doors closed.

"Let’s go somewhere else."

Henry hung his head low, his humbled gaze filled with reluctance.

Sienna snorted, giving him a disdainful look.

Is this all you’re good for?

Getting beaten and staying silent.

"What’s wrong, are you unhappy seeing your old flame in another man’s arms?

If you have what it takes, surpass Zane, and climb over him, or else you can only endure it, accept it! Live honestly and dutifully with me."

Beside him, Mr. and Mrs. Quinn supported Henry, gesturing for him not to argue back.

After all, it was the Lawson Family who pulled strings to get him out.

After being beaten by bodyguards, he woke up in a hotel, with two naked women beside him.

Afterward, the two women called the police and had him sent in.

Due to the severe beating, he gave his statement while hospitalized.

If not for the Lawson Family’s connections, he might have gone to a detention center right after being discharged.