Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 184: You’re Really Distracting Me

Sophia Lowell and Hugh Irving walked out of the café as evening approached.

It was rush hour.

"Sophia, Hugh." Faye Ellison’s car was parked nearby, as if it had just driven up. Seated in the passenger seat, his gaze shifted from Hugh to Sophia.

"Faye, what are you doing here?" Hugh asked, a bit surprised.

"Just passing by." He smiled, "Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home."

"No need, Zane will pick us up in a bit." Sophia gently declined.

Faye curled his lips, probably thinking she was just making excuses.

"You’re together, it won’t give rise to gossip. Besides, after you’ve helped me so much, I really should thank you properly. Please don’t refuse me, okay?"

When he spoke with Sophia, he worried she wouldn’t agree, so he included Hugh as well, hoping they could spend more time with Ms. Lowell in these last few months.

Hugh shared what they discussed later, and Sophia mentioned it to Hugh, who didn’t refuse since it was also her teacher.

"Really, there’s no need to be so polite. Anyone would do the same for Ms. Lowell." Hugh had no intention of getting in his car either.

Zane’s dislike for Faye was well-known.

Hugh didn’t understand what Zane was worried about; Sophia and he were married, and it seemed impossible to break them up.

Just then, a horn sounded from behind Faye’s car.

A man stood next to a Rolls-Royce.

Zane curled his lips, hands in pockets, intensely gazing at his woman.

He was wearing a white shirt, with a vest highlighting his tall, elegant frame, and his tie flirted with the evening breeze.

"Sorry, Faye, we have to go." Sophia smiled, greeted him, and quickly grabbed Hugh to walk toward Zane’s car.

Faye’s smile faded instantly, watching the man who was also watching him through the rear-view mirror.

Hugh pushed Sophia into the passenger seat and took the back seat herself.

She dared not compete with this man for a woman; he’d already been a bit unhappy about her taking his woman away at noon, so she couldn’t be a third wheel again.

Sophia got in the passenger seat, and Zane leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, which Hugh pretended not to see.

Zane dropped Hugh off at her studio and then left.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked, glancing over during a red light.

"Anything is fine."

For the past few days, Zane had been cooking personally; whatever she wanted to eat, he’d make, even learning new dishes via video.

The food he cooked tasted quite good. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Every time she saw him cooking in a shirt and apron, Sophia couldn’t help but glance a few more times; it was a picture full of homely charm.

Back home, he went into the kitchen to start preparing, and when Sophia wanted to help, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto a chair nearby.

"Just sit nicely." Zane stood in front of her, pinching her cheek.

Sophia swung her legs around his waist, "Zane, you’re too good to me. I feel guilty."

"Have you done something you shouldn’t have? Why the guilt?"

"Heavens! My heart and soul are both with you." Sophia raised her hand as if to swear.

Zane chuckled, took her hand and hung it around his neck, then kissed her without hesitation.

"Zane..."

"Mmm..."

The sudden move startled her.

He gently probed, even his tongue was insistent.

Since her foot injury, they hadn’t been intimate for a long time.

His patience with Sophia was never high, but this time he seemed to have endured for a while.

Initially, he thought of letting her rest more and not bullying her like this, but today, she even went out, wandering around, so her leg was probably fine. Only then did he ease his restraint.

His hands gripped her waist, boldly roaming behind her.

It felt like he wanted to fuse her into his very being.

Aunt Sutton, carrying a vegetable basket at the door, was startled.

Usually, no matter what, her Mister and Missus wouldn’t be this intimate in front of others; they were quite restrained.

Seeing this, she thought it was not the right time to be here.

She hurriedly turned and left, planning to return later.

Sophia seemed to hear something, wanted to say something, but he kissed her intently, drawing out all her breath.

By her ear was his heavy breathing and a satisfied hum.

Sophia felt like a fish out of water, yearning for the sea.

In the open kitchen, the temperature suddenly rose, the May sunset casting warm light that wrapped around their sweaty bodies.

She’d long forgotten to push him away.

Not knowing what she was thinking, she was completely unrestrained.

Zane felt his own reaction. If he didn’t stop, things would get out of hand.

He gradually pulled away, softly pecking the corners of her mouth.

"Don’t move..."

His hoarse, muffled voice was full of restraint and patience.

Sophia slightly opened her eyes, he still looked composed, while she was a complete mess.

Her buttons were undone, the clothes underneath were loose, a slight tug and everything was visible.

She retracted her hand, her face still flushed with desire.

Zane carefully buttoned her up, squeezing gently, and his smile grew larger.

The feel was really nice.

Sophia, awkwardly pushing his hand away, buttoned up her clothes herself.

Lowering her head, she accidentally caught sight of the state of his trousers.

Zane loosened his belt a bit; it was tight.

"What are you looking at?" He asked with a playful smile, looking at Sophia’s flushed cheeks.

Sophia said nothing.

"Why not go upstairs and rest for a bit?" he suggested, "You’re really distracting me here..."

"..."

Sophia murmured an agreement.

Zane lifted her, her legs still a bit wobbly.

After she went upstairs, Zane took a bottle of chilled mineral water from the fridge and drank it all in one go, his gaze lingered on her figure going upstairs.

Zane adjusted his clothes, glanced at a certain part of himself, and grinned, then went to the door to retrieve the groceries for dinner preparation.

For dinner, he made her favorite sweet and sour ribs, pineapple sweet and sour pork, a dish of seasonal vegetables, and a clear soup.

He took off the apron, washed his hands, and headed upstairs to find her.

She had taken a bath by then, wearing a black spaghetti-strap dress, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, making a call. It was Mrs. Steven on the line.

As soon as Zane walked in, Sophia noticed him, gestured to him about the call, signaling him to be quiet.

Zane nodded, sat beside the sofa, and pulled her onto his lap.

Sophia was so startled she nearly screamed.

He didn’t speak; instead, he kissed her on the shoulder.

Sophia shivered all over.

The strap was pulled down by him.

The dress settled around her waist.

[Ms. Lowell, is something wrong?] Mrs. Steven seemed to hear something unusual.

Sophia bit her lip, looking at the man focused in front of her, only seeing the top of his head.

She held his neck with one hand, holding the phone with the other, feeling tired but also somewhat...

[Nothing, go on, please.]

[Alright...]

Mrs. Steven was discussing dress issues with her; she’d previously ordered several sets, was satisfied with the designs, and planned to order a few more.

The call ended ten minutes later.

Sophia was left lying on the sofa, thoroughly exhausted.