Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss-Chapter 228: Even He Doesn’t Believe

"Hello, do you have a reservation?"

Sophia Lowell walked forward, with Ansel Gallagher following behind.

The receptionist greeted them with a professional smile immediately.

Just by looking at the haute couture dress, she knew the woman in front of her had an unusual status. But when she saw Ansel behind her, Ansel quickly signaled to her.

"No reservation."

"..." The receptionist discreetly glanced at Ansel Gallagher.

Evidently, Ansel didn’t want her to go upstairs either.

"Please wait a moment, I’ll make a call to book for you." The receptionist hurriedly picked up the phone to make a call upstairs.

Sophia calmly took out her phone from her pocket, found the photo of her marriage certificate with Zane Sterling from the album, then ended the receptionist’s call and placed the photo in front of her.

"Is this enough for a reservation?"

"...Enough!" The receptionist forced a smile.

Mrs. Sterling has stormed the headquarters.

Rumors said Mr. Sterling got domestically abused at home, now she’s here at the company? This is too thrilling!

"Please follow me."

The receptionist helplessly gave Ansel Gallagher a glance.

Sophia followed the receptionist into the exclusive elevator for the president.

Ansel wanted to follow, but Sophia didn’t let him.

"No dinner for you tonight!"

"No, ma’am..." Ansel looked innocent, watching the elevator door close.

The receptionist pressed the top floor button, swallowing hard; this presidential wife indeed was as described in the rumors, her presence even sharper than what people said.

However, they got one thing wrong.

The presidential wife is a great beauty, not some overweight woman.

She probably just loves to eat.

No wonder the president is still enamored with his wife even after getting beaten. If I had such a beautiful wife every day, I’d be happy even if I got beaten too.

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

"Mrs. Sterling, would you like me to go in and announce your arrival?"

"No need, you can leave now." Sophia stepped out.

"Alright." The receptionist closed the elevator door with a polite smile and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sophia was amazed at Zane’s extravagance for the first time; even though the entire floor had a minimalist style, it still exuded an impressive aura.

As she passed by an office next to the president’s office, she saw Harry Langley’s familiar face.

When Harry saw Sophia, he immediately became alert, rubbing his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things.

The madam has stormed in!

The boss is in danger!

Sophia glanced at him and continued to walk forward.

Harry had just called Zane, but before Zane could answer, Sophia pushed the door open and came in.

In the suite next to the president’s office, Zane was sitting in a chair while a male doctor was applying medicine to him. Cecilia Wallace was standing with her back to Zane, frowning as she explained something.

"If you shed another layer of skin, I’ll have my dad graft a layer of pigskin onto you, that way it’ll be thick enough, no more accidents, saving me from running back and forth all the time. Besides, if you’re not in a relationship, don’t stop others from being." Cecilia said.

"..." Zane Sterling.

The suite door opened, and everyone’s gaze turned to the person who entered unannounced.

"...Sister-in-law." Cecilia’s voice grew small.

There wasn’t time to recognize her during the earlier meeting, but now that Zane was here, for fear of misunderstanding, the term sister-in-law came right out.

She looked at Zane, Zane frowned, saying nothing, not even knowing where to start.

Sophia’s gaze fell on Zane’s scarred back. Whip marks were still faintly visible, some had scabbed and healed, but one or two stubborn ones remained, with traces of white fluid at the end.

Cecilia knew better and signaled the male doctor to follow her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Chasing me all this way, what do you want to say?" Zane’s voice was hoarse, speaking weakly.

He moved his shoulders slightly, turned around to face the woman who was at a loss for words.

He didn’t want her to see.

"Did Grandpa do this?" Sophia didn’t dare get too close to him, fearing she’d lose control once she did.

"He doesn’t have that strength, it’s Dad who did it."

Zane didn’t seem to resist any more.

She came all this way to talk about things that needed to be discussed eventually. Instead of dodging her, it’s better to face it head-on.

Tim Sawyer hadn’t come to see him yet, Zane couldn’t clear his name, no matter how much he said.

Tim was free of responsibilities, Zane couldn’t do anything about her.

The two of them stayed silent for a long time, outside the door Cecilia was leaning against it, eavesdropping, while Harry couldn’t stop her.

"I’m not an employee of your company, eavesdropping won’t deduct my salary." Cecilia waved her hand.

Harry, helpless, stood beside her, quietly listening too.

"I’m sorry." Sophia whispered, lowering her head slightly, but couldn’t hold back, as sparkling tears fell one after another.

Zane didn’t understand what she meant, but her pitiful appearance softened his heart immediately.

He stood up slowly, walking towards her.

He didn’t know if what he was doing was right, but he just wanted to hold her in his arms and swear not to let her shed another tear from this moment on.

That’s what he thought, and that’s what he did.

Sophia moved faster, stepping into his embrace.

She didn’t dare to embrace him as tightly as she did today, instead gently placing her hands on his waist.

She should have known, should have seen.

The day they returned to The Sterling Manor, Sophia didn’t realize he had come back that night; he was probably being punished in the ancestral hall then.

He even kneeled in the ancestral hall for an entire night.

Her tears descended on his chest, turning from scorching hot to ice-cold, trickling down the crevice of his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Why are you crying?"

Zane hugged her tightly, his heart aching.

The familiar indulgence from the man above made her break down even more, she cried harder.

That night, when he earnestly begged her not to divorce, when she slapped him to the ground, his heart must’ve shattered.

He wasn’t being dramatic, he endured the pain from his wounds and legs, determined to win her back, but Sophia was too angry to listen to any of it.

The next day she didn’t see him, and it was earlier in the car when she coaxed Ansel into revealing Zane fainted and was hospitalized.

Sophia’s guilt grew.

This had nothing to do with him, yet he bore such a stigma. It was her fault; if she’d waited a day or two, thought more, pondered the truth, Zane wouldn’t have endured this pain.

Everyone accused him of infidelity.

Even she didn’t believe him.

How could she not believe?

Didn’t even give him a chance to explain.

She could imagine Zane’s emotional pain was as severe as the lash marks on his body.

"Please don’t cry, okay?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Zane stroked her head, unsure how to comfort her.

This incident hit her hard too; anyone in this situation would be thrown off, let alone a pregnant woman, who’s especially emotional at this time.

He feared something might go wrong with her.

"Whatever you want to do, I’m with you, just don’t cry." He thought of tying up the mastermind tomorrow, no matter the means, he couldn’t let his woman suffer grievance.

His patience was washed away by Sophia’s tears.

The woman in his arms sobbed, holding him tightly without uttering a word.

Perhaps she couldn’t speak through her tears.

She must be really sad.

Zane gently rubbed her lower back with one of his large hands while lightly smoothing her hair with the other, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her unique scent.