Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 213: Made by Him

When Sophia arrived at the studio, Faye Ellison and Teacher Hale were just getting there too.

"Morning," Faye said.

"Morning," Sophia replied.

"I’ll leave my mom to you guys today. I have to get back to work. Should we have lunch together, or should I have it delivered here?" Faye considered thoughtfully.

Teacher Hale quickly interjected, "Have it delivered. It’s too hot for a bunch of girls to go out."

Faye smiled and moved her gaze from Teacher Hale to Sophia.

Sophia nodded upon seeing this, "Then let’s have it delivered."

"Alright, is there anything you particularly want to eat?" Faye asked.

"I’m fine with anything, just pick what you think is good," Sophia couldn’t decline.

"Okay." Faye gave a faint smile and escorted them into the studio.

Perhaps dazed, Sophia accidentally twisted her foot, and Faye hurriedly reached out to steady her.

"Careful!" Faye extended his hand and grabbed a sturdy wrist.

With a slight turn of his head, he realized he wasn’t holding Sophia, but Ansel Gallagher’s hand.

"..." Faye shot a glare at the man in front of him.

He seemed to have disappeared for some time, and now he showed up again?

Who let him out?

Ansel chuckled, thankful for his quick reflexes, otherwise he’d be docked in pay.

One hand was grabbed by Faye, while with the other he supported Sophia’s arm, steadying her before quickly letting go.

"Careful, ma’am," Ansel squeezed in between Faye and Sophia.

Sophia nodded, not noticing anything wrong.

"Mr. Ellison, your hand is really soft," Ansel joked while looking at his wrist.

Faye, startled, pulled back his hand and subtly dusted it off.

If it wasn’t still useful, he would have discarded it long ago.

"Sophia, I’ll be off then. Remember to call me if you need anything," Faye reminded her a few things.

Sophia took Teacher Hale’s arm, "Sure."

Faye smiled, turned, and left, furrowing his brows as he glanced at Ansel on his way out.

"See you, Mr. Ellison! Count me in for lunch today!" Ansel cheerfully called out to him.

Faye couldn’t be bothered with him.

Once Faye left, they headed upstairs to start trying on clothes.

"Teacher, your figure is getting better and better. With this outfit, you’ll definitely have a high head-turn rate!" Hugh helped Teacher Hale straighten out her dress in front of the mirror.

Sophia, standing nearby, took out a few new outfits and scrutinized her. Last year abroad, she was much bigger, but now she’s this thin.

Sophia had made her two sets of improved traditional-style qipaos and two bright-colored dresses that complemented her skin tone, and she tried them all on.

However, she had lost more weight since her last measurement, so they appeared a bit loose.

Sophia and Hugh didn’t say anything.

Teacher Hale seemed to understand her own body and didn’t have any complaints.

"My stomach’s been upset lately, and I’ve been on medication. I used to always think about losing weight, but now I don’t have to. I’ve already slimmed down."

She twirled in front of the mirror, smiling and admiring the outfits her student had designed for her.

"Being plump is prosperous, being slim is aesthetic, actually experiencing both is something few people get to do," Sophia smiled.

"Actually, seeing all of you become so accomplished makes me really happy. It’s just that Faye..." Teacher Hale sighed, "sigh..."

"What is it? Did Faye upset you?" Hugh asked with a laugh, picking up a new dress for her to change into.

"Not exactly. It’s just that he’s not getting younger. I heard he likes someone, but that person doesn’t like him back. I’m worried. Why is this kid so stubborn?"

Teacher Hale shook her head and walked into the changing room.

Hugh and Sophia exchanged a smile without saying anything.

*

"Mr. Sterling, there’s a banquet at the Abbott Group in a couple of days..."

Harry Langley stood in the president’s office, watching the man holding a pink spoon, eating shredded chicken porridge from a pink thermos.

No matter how you look at it, this tall and stately man, impeccably dressed, with muscles faintly visible under his white shirt, was eating breakfast out of the dainty pink box.

The delicate spoon in the large man’s hand looked completely out of place.

Zane Sterling paused for a moment.

The Abbott Group, isn’t that Annie’s family?

Since it’s Annie’s family, Sophia will surely receive the same invitation. She’ll definitely go.

"I’ll go," Zane casually replied, continuing his breakfast.

Harry knew his boss was not pleased, but he didn’t dare to ask further. He knew what the boss had been going through recently, and it wasn’t his place to pry.

In the absence of Zane Sterling, the headquarters’ secretarial department had been swamped. During meetings, Shane Graham and the other executives didn’t dare to make a sound, and Harry dared not say too much.

"Alright."

Harry took the message and immediately went back to make the arrangements.

Zane looked at the chicken porridge in the thermos.

The porridge was made by him.

He had started making it early in the morning.

He didn’t dare go upstairs to see her; her sleep was always light. With everything going on, she certainly wasn’t sleeping well. If she found out he snuck back, it’d be even harder to come back next time.

He could only suppress his longing by secretly learning from Aunt Sutton downstairs.

The shrimp dumplings went to waste; they were ugly but still edible.

He felt like he was back when he secretly admired her, Sophia always liked sweets, so he would eat what she did every day. Whatever Sophia bought, Zane would buy; whatever she ate, Zane would eat, hoping that one day, being in sync would become the most romantic thing for them.

Eventually, they did end up together, and he finally experienced the reality of that romance.

But just when life was starting to improve, their romance had to come to a halt.

He swallowed the last bite of chicken porridge, closed the pink thermos, and leaned against the chair back.

His eyes grew warm, the heat deepening the redness in his gaze as his thoughts wandered further.

Without this woman by his side, it felt like half his life was gone.

Thinking about this, he glanced at his phone, at this hour, Ethan Sinclair and Miles Lockwood should be boarding the plane.

Knock knock—

Three knocks sounded at the door.

Zane slightly straightened up, moved his long-stiffened knees, his bones crackling, and the injury on his back sending sharp pain.

He let out a low, muffled groan.

"Come in."

The door to the president’s office was gently opened, a subtle fragrance wafted in as outside air carried it through the gap, the rhythmic clip of high heels approached.

A female secretary in a business suit came in with a cup of coffee.

She cautiously walked over to Zane, placing an exquisite black coffee cup in front of him.

"Mr. Sterling, I heard from Special Assistant Langley that you’ve been uneasy lately. I specially brewed a cup of coffee for you. The cup was a gift from a friend abroad, I thought I wouldn’t have use for it, so if you don’t mind, please keep it."

Keep it?

Is it the cup she wants to leave or herself?

Zane smoothed the strands of hair on his forehead, slightly tilting his head to look at the woman before him.

The woman bit her lip, the man in front exuded charming allure even from a single hair strand, with a combination of proper and rogue appeal in his upright yet lazy posture.

A perfect inverted triangle figure topped with a face sculpted meticulously by nature, muscles defined under his trousers.

Zane let out a cold snort, picked up the coffee from the desk, sniffed it, and said flatly, "Very much mind."

As these words left his mouth, he hurled the coffee hard at the president’s office glass door.

The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the floor.

The woman trembled in fear, the heat of the coffee cup as it passed by lingering near her ear, narrowly missing her face.

Her face turned pale, instantly sweating with cold fear.

"Get out!" Zane’s furious roar was deafening.

Harry rushed back in to witness the scene, the president’s office glass door shattered, hastily dragging the woman out.

What were these young women thinking? Daring to provoke a tiger, are they seeking death?