The man’s kiss was like a storm ravaging the city, sweeping away all her senses.
The breath in her mouth was completely stripped away by him.
The large hand at her waist slipped under her skirt, eliciting a soft, alluring moan.
Only then did he loosen his grip, and she realized the man in front of her was Ethan Sinclair.
"Why is it you?" Sophia struggled, but his hands held her tightly.
"Who did you hope it would be?"
The man before her bore a maturity and steadiness, his muscles more solid than before, even the strength in his legs seed greater.
Ethan sneered, his hand at the back of her head lifting her slightly.
"Professor Irving, your taste really hasn’t changed at all! Even grabbing a random man, you don’t have to find them according to my standards, right?"
"..." You are so narcissistic!
"Still a good physique?" He let out a cold laugh, "Doesn’t Professor Irving know if my physique is good or not? Or did you forget? Want a reminder? Hmm?"
"Hmm!"
Sophia bit her lip, her earlobes reddening as he collided with her.
"Breaking up with , are you looking for another man? Can’t you see it’s not easy to find a man with a physique like mine? Who’s going to lift you for those high difficulty moves?"
"Ethan Sinclair, shut your shaless mouth!" Sophia said with a flushed face.
"What? Can’t I talk?" Ethan leaned in closer to her, "You can play with , but not with my feelings."
For so reason, his words sent a tingling sensation through her, her eardrums couldn’t bear it.
"Speak, finish, and let go of !" Sophia swallowed, her hands still pressed against his burning chest.
"Not planning to play with before leaving? I saw you seed to like my physique just now. If you don’t like Ethan Sinclair, I can wear a mask." Ethan pressed closer.
"..." You shaless, want to role-play?
"Good sister, want it?"
"Want your sister!"
Sophia used all her strength to break free of his embrace.
"Hmm, it’s definitely your sister I want."
Ethan reached out to turn off the nearby light, the room was instantly shrouded in darkness.
Sophia heard the sound of the door being locked.
*
Sophia Lowell couldn’t find Sophia’s figure anymore, the ballroom was filled with identical masks, making it impossible to recognize anyone.
And she didn’t know who had pulled her into the dance floor.
The n in the ballroom mostly behaved gentlemanly, not daring to overstep boundaries; in Abbott Group’s venue, no one dared to make any obvious moves.
"Miss, you’ve been sitting alone for so long, are you waiting for soone?" The man dancing with Sophia Lowell was elegant in his gestures, showing no excessive physical contact.
His hand rested lightly on her waist, his touch was restrained, just fingertips eting.
"Hmm, I’m waiting for soone." Sophia Lowell was distracted, even her steps were wrong.
"Have you found them?"
Sophia Lowell hadn’t yet reacted to what he ant, the man continued to probe, "Are you alone?"
"No, there’s one more in my belly." Sophia Lowell chuckled.
That’s why she wouldn’t randomly join the dance floor.
The man paused for a mont, "Sorry, I didn’t know, you don’t seem like it."
"Can I leave?" Sophia Lowell asked.
"Please, by all ans." The man regrettably released her.
Coincidentally, the music shifted to the dance partner exchange section, just as she left the man, another uncivilized man reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist.
A burning sensation ca over her waist, startled, Sophia Lowell shuddered.
"Careful."
The familiar voice sounded hoarse beside her ear.
Now her hand was held tightly in a man’s large palm, sohow, her hand had already found its way onto his shoulder, the heat spreading through her palm.
A familiar fragrance overwheld her.
She lifted her head slightly, seeing the small tulip on the side of his tie, beyond it his deep, shadowy eyes, the seductive thin lips curling slightly.
This man, is Zane Sterling!
"What is it? You chat so happily with other n, I don’t even have a chance to dance with you?" Zane Sterling seed noticeably displeased.
"You said you would disappear from my sight." Sophia Lowell couldn’t suppress her anger.
Zane Sterling frowned, "Tonight there’s a multi-billion-dollar project waiting for , I couldn’t possibly not co, besides, I didn’t know you would be here."
"Really?" Sophia Lowell didn’t believe it!
With his personality, he would’ve already scoured the guest list for tonight, how could he not know whether she would co or not?
"Love might be gone, but I have to at least hold on to the bread, and besides, I need to support my wife and kids, if I don’t go out and earn money, I’ll be kicked out of the house..."
You’ve already been kicked out of the house.
Sophia Lowell said nothing, she let the man’s hand hold her.
But their posture was too intimate, to outsiders, he looked like he was misbehaving.
"Sophia, I missed you." Zane Sterling whispered, his eyes reddening.
He savored the mont’s peace, sincerely etching the woman before him into his sight.
Finally, it wasn’t a wasted trip. He saw the person he wanted to see, held the wife he longed for, he was content, not wanting to overreach.
Sophia Lowell didn’t respond to his words, acting as if he was talking to himself.
The ballroom music drifted softly; Sophia Lowell wasn’t good at dancing, stepping on him several tis.
Zane Sterling endured the pain, pulling her closer.
Sophia Lowell knew she was overstepping, but was rather glad she couldn’t dance; stepping on him felt justified.
"Loosen up..."
Sophia Lowell reminded him, and the words made her blush.
Zane Sterling had said the sa thing in bed.
The man chuckled upon hearing her, understanding her embarrassnt, loosening his grip slightly, fearing he might hurt her.
Sophia Lowell spun with the woman beside her, returning to the man’s embrace.
"Going ho together later?" he asked.
He knew Sophia Lowell would refuse, but he wanted to chat more with her; he longed to hear this woman speak to him, even if she was to curse him, he’d be happy.
"You’re not worthy." Sophia Lowell cast him a glare.
The music transitioned to another partner exchange, Zane Sterling gave a sideways glance, Faye Ellison was nearby.
Zane Sterling didn’t intend to exchange partners, leading her straight out of the dance floor.
Faye Ellison took a glance, biting her lip, filled with discontent.
"Let go of !" Sophia Lowell broke free from his hand.
Behind Zane Sterling, an unsuspecting waiter bumped into him as he suddenly stopped.
"Hmm..."
He furrowed his brow, releasing Sophia Lowell’s hand, slightly hunching over, holding his back, a flow of heat poured downward.
The waiter noticed the bloodstains on his white shirt, quickly moving forward to support him.
"Sorry..."
"Shut up!" Zane Sterling shot him a dark glance.
The waiter’s face turned pale, not daring to speak, understanding tacitly.
Sophia Lowell stood before him, naturally unable to see the injury behind, without turning her head, she took the opportunity to leave.
Pretending! So pretentious!
Not far away, Harry Langley hurried over with a coat, draping it over him.
"The car is outside." Harry Langley supported him.
"Alright." Zane Sterling furrowed his brow, not lingering, without his person here, there wasn’t much reason to stay.
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