Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 187: His Reverse Scale

Zane’s gaze darkened, and he walked towards her.

She seemed a little uneasy, wondering if she should put down her phone?

It seemed like they hadn’t done it in a long time.

While she was still hesitating, the man had already taken her phone from her hand, turned off the screen, and placed it on the bedside table.

He sat beside her, reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, suddenly pulling her into his embrace.

Sophia was startled by the man’s sudden move and let out a small scream, her hands unknowingly gripping his shoulders.

Before she could react, the man had already removed his gold-rimmed glasses and put them down on her phone, then lowered his head to kiss.

He had not the slightest hesitation.

Without the glasses, the scholarly aura he had disappeared completely.

His muddled eyes seemed to have hooks in them, entwining with intensity.

"Am I good-looking?" he asked during a pause, his voice weary and raspy, like the unique relaxation of dawn.

Lost in the masculine allure, Sophia murmured a soft ’mm’.

It was only when he placed her on the bed that she realized what she had just agreed to. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

It seemed too late to deny it now.

The man was extremely skilled in deception; with glasses on, he was abstinent and elegant, completely non-aggressive.

Taking off the glasses felt like shedding restraints; he seemed gentle but was actually overwhelmingly domineering.

Especially at night, when all senses were amplified without limit.

Desires in the heart would be shrouded in darkness; it felt like everything was well-hidden yet would always be pierced through by the entangled breaths.

Perhaps the air conditioning suddenly malfunctioned, as the surrounding air became unbearably hot.

When they finished, Zane lay on her, resting even the strands of hair were sweaty, and the bath he had just taken seemed pointless.

Though close, Sophia didn’t feel much of his weight; he propped himself up, bearing most of it himself.

Initially, he hadn’t intended to use it, but fearing it might be inconvenient to organize a wedding in October.

After Tia for a few minutes, Zane carried her to the bathroom for a shower.

Sophia washed her hair again.

It was only after Zane blow-dried her hair in the bathroom that he went out.

During this, he changed the sheets.

Sophia stood aside, watching him seriously.

He was shirtless, only wearing sleep pants, with cat claw marks left on his waist from her moments of passion.

The trash can held the ripped dress.

Next to it was the sweat-stained sheet he had just changed.

"Come here." Zane tidied up the battlefield, then reached out to her, guiding her to the sofa nearby.

He lifted Sophia’s foot, applying scar removal cream to her calf.

His hands had a slight callus, looking good yet carrying a wild aura; this strength could be soft or hard.

Indeed, it was utterly captivating.

Sophia curled her lips; being with him always made her blush.

This criminally beautiful face couldn’t be looked at just once.

"Want more?" he softly pinched her ankle, his eyes filled with allure.

"No," she murmured, her earlobes inadvertently growing hot.

Nobody discussed such topics that directly.

"I thought you were still hungry," he laughed, "Looking at me like this, anyone would think you want to devour me whole. Meeting a woman as insatiable as you, a man outside should protect himself well."

"What are you saying!" Sophia shyly slapped his shoulder, "Who’s insatiable?"

"Look, you’re smiling." Zane tilted his head, looking at the corner of her mouth lifted on her flushed face.

"I wasn’t." She whispered softly.

"You’ve scratched my lower back to bits, and you say you’re not insatiable..." Zane’s hoarse voice slowly emerged, "My waist is nearly ruined."

"..." It’s all her fault, huh.

She hurriedly retracted her almost healed foot, terminating the tantalizing topic.

*

May 20th.

Clay Gable and Nathan Jennings’s wedding.

Sophia walked into the wedding venue arm-in-arm with Zane.

The entire Grand International Hotel had been booked, the spectacle grand, with many media outlets were present but all blocked outside.

Zane generally stayed out of the limelight in the circle, entering with great strides, showing no fear.

"Sterling." Melora Vance spotted them from a distance and walked towards them.

Melora was accompanied by Sylvia Coldwell.

Sylvia, upon seeing Zane, felt a chill run through her body up to her fingertips, compelling her to tighten her grip on Melora’s arm.

"What’s wrong?" Melora asked tenderly, turning his head.

"Nothing, it’s nothing." Sylvia replied guiltily, forcing a smile.

How could it be nothing?

When she moved into the new house, Zane sought her out individually; at first, she was quite happy. But she soon witnessed a shocking scene.

That aunt who pushed Sophia into the lake during the Jennings Family’s yard party was imprisoned in an abandoned house for two months, only given a tiny portion of food and a pitiful amount of dirty water daily.

Sylvia had never seen this side of Zane.

The scene from that day was vivid in her mind.

"I heard you instructed her to push your sister-in-law into the lake?"

Zane’s tone was flat, but the air of menace around him was like nothing she had ever encountered.

He asked the question already knowing the answer.

Sylvia was terrified, falling to her knees.

"I remember telling you to stay away from her, and you still dared to stir up trouble." Zane donned gloves slowly.

People out there said Zane was a cold and violent person, but she never thought so.

In her impression, her Sterling was gentle, not keen on talking to her, maintaining a respectful distance, yet had never spoken a harsh word.

Since encountering Sophia, her Sterling seemed like a different person; his gaze towards Sophia was soft, his words warm, and his smile genuine.

This was a scene never experienced in front of Sylvia.

This time, she touched Zane’s reverse scale.

She thought that since Zane hadn’t pursued matters after Sophia fell into the water, he might spare her due to their relationship; she hadn’t expected him to take action and remove the aunt that very night.

The second day in the new residence, he brought her there.

"I’m sorry, Sterling, this sort of thing will definitely not happen again..." Sylvia cried, heartwrenchingly.

She was scared.

Seeing Zane wearing gloves, her hands trembled, unable to maintain even a false smile on her face.

Since Zane, Melora, and Miles Lockwood explained her brother’s matter, she knew the relationship between them could never be as close as before.

Zane was no longer someone she could approach, whereas kind Melora consistently showered her with affection.

Thus, she followed Melora.

Today, she had come with Melora to attend Nathan Jennings’s wedding.

But seeing Zane, her smile vanished instantly and even the forced smile twisted in agony.

The smile was harder than crying.

No one knew what Zane made her do that day, leaving her plagued by nightmares day and night.

"Break her hands, and I’ll spare her life."

Zane’s hand clad in white gloves handed a hammer to the kneeling Sylvia.

She trembled, her teeth clattering in fear.

"If you don’t dare, I’ll do it, but I can’t promise she’ll walk out alive." Zane’s lips curled into a smile.

He finally smiled at her, only this wasn’t the same kind of smile.

Zane had zero patience; her fright immobilized her, a cold sweat covering her forehead, her face pale devoid of blood.

He snickered coldly, just intending to pick up the hammer when Sylvia’s hands gripped his tightly holding the hammer.

Sylvia accepted the hammer from Zane’s grip.

Zane lowered his gaze to glance at the woman before him.

He disapproved of seeing his friend’s woman become like this, yet denying a lesson meant potential harm to others.

Zane turned his back, peeled off the white gloves, tossed them to a nearby guard, and then left the place.

That aunt’s hands were merely struck twice by Sylvia, and Sylvia fainted out of fright.

The person was released, and none dared speak of it.

Sylvia also dared not reveal it to Melora and others.

The aunt’s hands were non-functional, and she ended up driven to insanity.

Sylvia’s heart was shattered at that moment too.