Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 194: An Accident Occurred

The factory is in the suburb, not far from where they live.

Sophia Lowell sat in the passenger seat, while Faye Ellison drove. Several members of his team were in another car with his assistant.

She turned her head to look at the man driving.

He seemed to have always been accustomed to being independent, much like herself.

His father passed away early, Teacher Hale raised him alone, placing great expectations on him. He has excelled, having started his own business at a young age and even landed a government project.

He’s wealthy, attractive, and capable, an exceptional talent.

Yet, for some reason, Faye Ellison always gave off a mysterious and unapproachable vibe.

When Sophia was little, she spent quite some time with him, but there was always a sense of distance, making it hard to get close.

Even that year when they were exchange students from The S Republic’s famous school, staying in the country for a year, while Faye Ellison took good care of her, she still couldn’t muster much emotion.

Later, when they met Professor Carter, they still were like ordinary schoolmates.

Until after he graduated, they basically lost contact. If it hadn’t been for that fashion show when she went to his house to pick plum blossoms, they probably wouldn’t have had any chance to meet.

While driving, Faye Ellison seemed to sense her gaze and smiled slightly, glancing at her.

"What’s up? Is there something on my face?"

Caught off guard, Sophia seemed a bit flustered, "No, I was just worried you might be tired driving. You drove all day yesterday and drank last night, I thought you might not be energized this morning."

"I’m not tired," Faye Ellison responded calmly.

Perhaps it was because she had heard too many of Zane Sterling’s bawdy jokes, that when Faye Ellison said ’not tired’, she felt a bit uneasy.

She didn’t respond.

The car parked in the factory’s parking lot.

Others arrived one after another.

Today’s schedule was simple, to follow the leaders as they inspect the progress of clothing production and the quality of materials.

But mostly, it was just for show.

What Sophia wanted to see was not just what was on the surface, but what belonged to her alone, a sense of achievement where she poured her heart and soul.

The factory manager guided the group into the factory.

Sophia had rarely seen such a large-scale factory, let alone one that cooperates with the government.

Previously, her goal was to become a noteworthy figure in the design circle, and she never thought she could participate in state projects.

This is a tremendous opportunity for a designer of her age.

Now she’s someone who can speak at this level.

Faye Ellison watched her thoughts drift, her eyes filled with anticipation. He reached out and patted her head.

"What, dumbfounded?"

Sophia couldn’t dodge it, only feeling warmth invade her crown.

She froze for a moment and smiled, without responding, continuing with the tour, but she became more cautious, wary of Faye Ellison’s proximity.

They arrived at the ironing area.

The final step of garment production is ironing the clothes, then hanging them to air before packaging.

They were using a steam iron, and the area was filled with the heavy thuds of irons landing on clothes and the hissing sounds of steam.

Sophia watched them place transparent dust bags over the clothes, completing the finished product.

She couldn’t help but pick one up and examine it closely.

This is not just a finished product; it’s a testament to their hard work, a masterpiece representing honor.

"This season’s clothes seem grander than previous years." A nearby leader commented on the decorations and silhouettes on the clothes.

"Looks like the quality has gone up a notch," someone next to him echoed.

"The presentation isn’t inferior to previous years."

...

Sophia didn’t say much, mostly Faye Ellison was the one interacting with them.

Finally, they arrived at the warehouse.

A small portion of the clothes were already completed, and people were gradually placing clothes onto the mobile racks.

The factory manager diligently introduced things to the leaders.

Sophia stood beside a mobile rack, watching the workers place clothes on the rack. She casually picked up a garment from the rack, opened it to check the size, then held it up for a comparison.

It was nearing noon, and between the workers placing clothes and Sophia stood the rack. In a hurry to finish work, a worker with a pile of clothes slammed them heavily onto the rack.

The rack, with inertia, fell toward Sophia.

Sophia was still comparing the garment and didn’t have time to react when a shadow loomed over her, and she was pinned down by something heavy and warm.

Her head collided with a coarse and hard palm.

A muffled groan of pain echoed in her ear.

Around her was the sound of metal racks crashing continuously.

The crowd around them screamed in fright.

"Mr. Ellison! Ms. Lowell!"

"Quick! Rescue them!"

"Lift the steel rack!"

...

There was chaos among the crowd.

Sophia didn’t feel much pain, she was simply stunned with fright.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Faye Ellison’s delicate and beautiful face in front of her.

Faye Ellison was fully pressed against her, rendering her unable to move, her hands blocking the space between them.

He used whatever strength he had left to prop himself up with his hands on either side of her, making sure not to press too heavily on her, worried she might feel awkward.

Behind him was the heavy rack and clothes pressing down on him.

"Faye Ellison..." Sophia’s heart pounded with fear.

The racks were steel. How could it not hurt to have them fall on someone?

"Don’t move."

Faye Ellison’s voice was low and hoarse, laced with barely concealed pain.

She dared not move.

The people around them hurried over to help lift the steel rack away.

Sophia looked at him, their eyes meeting.

He was sweating on his forehead, teeth clenched, making his cheekbones even more pronounced.

"You..." she didn’t know what to say.

"Don’t talk." He didn’t have the energy to respond to her.

The steel rack was quickly lifted.

Faye Ellison let out a sigh of relief, but he couldn’t get up and lay on his side next to Sophia, breathing deeply.

Sophia quickly stood up, kneeling beside him, but dared not touch him.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" her eyes were full of worry.

The others also came over to inquire.

"Do you need an ambulance?"

"Mr. Ellison heroically saved the day. If not, this could have ended badly for Ms. Lowell."

"If the steel rack had fallen, she might have been laid up for days."

...

Faye Ellison ignored the others and instead looked at the woman in front of him, forcing a smile, "I’m fine, it’s no big deal."

Sophia swallowed.

How could it be nothing?

The steel racks are so heavy, how could it not hurt when they fall on someone?

Particularly after hearing what people were saying, the guilt in Sophia’s heart ran rampant.

"Can you get up? I’ll take you to the hospital."

Sophia looked at the men squatting beside her to examine him.

The men carefully helped him up.

"..." Faye Ellison endured the pain as he stood up, the pain in his back coming in piercing waves!

"Are you okay?" Faye Ellison couldn’t help but express concern for her.

"You should be worrying about yourself!" Sophia was slightly annoyed.

In such a state, yet still thinking of others.

"I’m terribly sorry; the new workers don’t understand the rules. You two go to the hospital first, I’ll cover all follow-up expenses! Rest assured, we’ll give you a satisfactory answer!" the factory manager apologized repeatedly.

The leader couldn’t help but scold, "Not a bit of safety awareness, no proper conduct..."

He berated them thoroughly.

Aside from being renowned designers, Faye Ellison and Sophia had support that no one dared to offend. Making such a mistake here was practically courting disaster!

"Yes, yes..." the factory manager humbly agreed.