Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 212: Shredded Chicken Congee

When Zane Sterling left, he casually took the sign at the door with him.

"That dog of a man!" Hugh Irving cursed behind him.

Sophia Lowell happened to walk out of the elevator.

She looked as usual, the marks on her face washed clean, with some skincare applied and a dab of lip color, appearing a bit spirited.

"What was he here for?" Hugh Irving sneered.

"He asked me to move back." Sophia replied coolly, starting to find something to do.

Hugh followed her, noticing the scissors in her hand, "Are you going back to live there?"

"Yeah."

"What are the scissors for?"

"..." To cut off his damn pride.

"Do you trust him?"

Sophia paused slightly.

"..." I do.

But I can’t accept the impact of that image.

In the evening, Sophia returned to the villa, where Aunt Sutton was already preparing dinner.

The living room was filled with a fragrant smell, mixed with the faint scent of lilies.

"Ma’am, sir said he’ll be busy for a while and might not come home for dinner, asked me not to cook for him. He left in a hurry and asked me to remind you to eat on time every day." Aunt Sutton seemed unaware of anything.

Sophia nodded, "Okay."

She felt hungry too, so she put down her bag and went to the dining room to eat something.

"Ma’am, do you need me to stay?" Aunt Sutton asked with a bright smile.

She probably knew about Sophia’s pregnancy.

Aunt Sutton usually did her job and then left, never staying overnight; this must be Zane asking her to inquire.

Zane doesn’t trust her being alone at home, thinking it’s safer with someone around.

Although Ansel Gallagher and the housekeeper were there, they’re men, and certain matters could be inconvenient.

Sophia didn’t know how to respond; in this apartment, she was used to living alone with Zane, and now that Zane had moved out, it was just her.

Aunt Sutton responded quickly.

"It’s like this, my family is all out for a while now, and running around alone at home is quite bothersome. It would be more convenient to stay here."

"Sure, that’s fine." Sophia nodded in agreement.

Aunt Sutton chuckled.

Indeed, Zane asked her to say so; Sophia would surely agree.

Sophia could somewhat guess what was going on.

Aunt Sutton wasn’t good at lying; her lying was too clumsy.

In the evening, Sophia sat on the sofa in the study drawing drafts, when Faye Ellison called via video.

She hesitated for a few seconds, turned off the camera, and answered his call, only seeing the view from Faye’s side.

"Why suddenly call me at this time?" Sophia asked.

It was already past nine in the evening; no matter how good a male friend is, shouldn’t be video-calling at this hour, especially since she’s married.

Faye saw the black screen on the other side and chuckled.

Understanding her concerns.

But with Zane not around, he could openly video call her at night.

"My mom wants to talk to you; her phone went for repair today."

Sophia’s expression froze for a bit; so that’s the reason.

Faye handed the phone to Teacher Hale, stepping back to his own business without interfering much, though occasionally casting glances from nearby.

Sophia quickly turned on the camera, revealing herself in a camisole nightgown.

It’s officially summer now; at home alone, she dressed comfortably. But seeing Faye still in the video nearby, unsure if he could see clearly, she casually grabbed Zane’s shirt to cover herself.

Faye noticed the small gesture, his lips curled up, working while listening intently to their conversation.

"Teacher Hale, aren’t you sleeping?" Sophia pursed her lips.

Her days were numbered; Faye indulged her, eating, drinking, and playing, she had become cheerful.

"Hope I’m not disturbing you?" Teacher Hale gazed at the person on screen, full of affection.

"No, I have no plans tonight." Sophia set the computer aside, talking earnestly with her.

"Heard my dress is ready, got time tomorrow? I’d like to come try it, and chat over tea, Faye says your tea is delicious; at home, no matter how I brew it, doesn’t meet his expectations, I’d like to learn."

"The dress is ready; just a couple sets need adjustments tomorrow to be complete. I’ll be at the studio this period, feel free to come find me." She paused, "If you want to learn tea-making, come over; I’ll teach you."

"Faye is particular, after your tea, shakes his head at everyone’s."

"..."

She learned tea from Zoe Walsh, a well-read woman who loves poetic and artistic living, which Sophia gradually started to like too.

Wonder how Zoe is doing now; she wasn’t in a good mood when they parted today, probably worried by Zane and Sophia’s issues.

Suddenly missing Zoe.

Zoe’s presence was always filled with positivity.

Heard those abroad years of Autumn Lowell were spent with Zoe beside her.

Mind wandering, she quietly listened to Teacher Hale.

Faye sensed her fatigue, put aside his work, softly interrupted Teacher Hale’s endless talking.

"Sophia’s had a busy day, how about discussing more tomorrow?"

Faye sat next to Teacher Hale, eyes fixed straight, reminding gently.

Teacher Hale felt apologetic, "Oh dear, it’s already ten. Sophia, rest early; I’ll come find you tomorrow."

Sophia smiled, nodded in agreement.

Seeing Faye, she tightened her shirt.

Faye took back the phone, seriously watched her for a few seconds, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Video ended.

Holding her phone, saw the call from Autumn Lowell she missed; she called back.

Autumn had no major issues, just worried Sophia might overly stress out, doing something rash.

Upon hearing she lived at the villa and was well, she felt relieved, initially planning to visit for a few days.

Sophia refused; she just wanted peace and solitude, without disturbance.

The more mentioned, the more her thoughts tangled.

Autumn didn’t press; comforted a bit before ending the call.

After two calls, no mood to draft anymore, tired eyes drooping heavily, she slunk heavily back to her room.

Entering, she immediately saw the two pillows on the bed, a sudden tug at her heart.

She walked over, tossed Zane’s pillow onto the sofa, then lay on the bed, turned off the lights, and slept.

A night without dreams.

Alarm was turned off; she woke naturally.

Up and about, refreshed; yesterday’s fatigue seemed to fade, only her eyes still red and dry troublingly.

Dressed neatly, downstairs the faint aroma wafted from the kitchen.

"Aunt Sutton, what’s for today?"

The scent was sweet.

"Chicken porridge, hope it suits your taste, also made shrimp dumplings." Aunt Sutton smiled warmly; the lady of the house loves shrimp dumplings.

Sophia walked over, glanced at the cooling chicken porridge, and took a spoonful.

"Hmm! Delicious!"

She smiled; hadn’t had such delightful porridge in ages, today’s carried a slight hint of sweetness.

Eagerly, she sat down to eat, about to dig in, noticing shrimp dumplings not looking appealing.

But she said nothing.

Aunt Sutton saw her gaze, chuckled, "Was a bit rushed today, made them a bit rough."

Sophia didn’t mind; food’s available, appearance doesn’t matter.

Content with a bowl of porridge, several dumplings.

Aunt Sutton quietly snapped a picture, sent it to someone.