Chapter 205 Holding Hands
Benjamin glanced at Sophia, who was sound asleep. He took out her phone, planning to put it on silent mode, but suddenly froze when he saw the name flashing on the screen.
Lowell?
He wasn't one to pry into other people's privacy, but this person...
His male instinct told him this man had bad intentions toward Sophia.
He put down the phone and got up to take a shower in the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, the phone screen lit up again.
He glanced at it—still Lowell.
Late at night, close to midnight, a man messaging a woman—clearly his motives weren't pure.
After hesitating several times, Benjamin still opened Sophia's phone.
Her phone had no password, so Benjamin opened Messenger without any obstacles.
Lowell: "Sophia, are you free tomorrow at noon? I'd like to take you to dinner."
There was about a twenty-minute gap between the first and second messages.
Lowell: If tomorrow doesn't work, the day after is fine too.
Benjamin's expression immediately darkened as he placed the phone face-down on the bed.
So openly asking his wife out—did this guy think he was dead?
Benjamin took out a small box he'd prepared in advance from his suit pocket.
The blue velvet was very delicate and exquisite.
Benjamin slowly opened the jewelry box. Inside lay a beautifully crafted diamond ring.
This was something Benjamin had specially commissioned for Sophia.
When Sophia married him, he hadn't given her anything.
Some things needed to be made up for gradually.
The ring was just the first.
Benjamin's long, pale fingers pinched the ring, took it out of the jewelry box, then pulled over Sophia's slender, soft little hand.
The diamond ring slowly slid onto Sophia's ring finger, the diamond sparkling brilliantly under the light.
Dazzling and eye-catching.
Benjamin held Sophia's hand tightly, leaned down, moved closer, and placed a kiss on her ring finger.
Benjamin's deep eyes were full of tender affection and devotion, and when he kissed her, there was an indescribable reverence.
After doing all this, Benjamin opened Sophia's phone camera, intertwined his fingers with Sophia's, and took several photos in succession.
In the photos, two hands, one large and one small, tightly clasped together, as if nothing could ever separate them.
Benjamin opened Sophia's Facebook.
Sophia's Facebook was completely blank. It wasn't that she didn't like posting on Facebook, she was just too lazy to edit posts.
Before, Benjamin didn't like it either.
But Chase said that girls like Sophia need a sense of ceremony when dating.
Like buying flowers on holidays, saying sweet words more often, doing more romantic things for her...
Benjamin had never thought about these things before.
Because he felt these things were just a waste of time.
But now, he didn't think so anymore.
Turns out when someone truly falls in love, they always become especially childish, and whatever they do isn't a waste of time—it's romantic.
Benjamin selected what he thought was the most satisfying photo from several shots, then edited it: "To hold your hand."
Send.
As for Lowell's invitation, Benjamin didn't decline on Sophia's behalf.
He did all this just to tell Lowell, and even other men, that Sophia already had a man!
And that was him.
Those people, whatever thoughts they had, should put them away.
But he wouldn't make decisions for Sophia.
That would show distrust and disrespect for one's partner.
After posting on Facebook, the jealousy in Benjamin's heart gradually disappeared. He looked down at Sophia, who was sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to everything.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve up.
Then, he posted the exact same thing on his own Facebook.
Just with different text.
Benjamin: "To grow old with you."
The next day, when she woke up, it was already bright outside.
Sophia stretched lazily, yawning as she rolled around on the spacious, soft bed.
"Awake?" Benjamin came back from outside carrying breakfast, his handsome, cool face wearing a smile.
Sophia leaned against the soft pillow, opening her arms toward Benjamin, "Mr. White, good morning."
"Mrs. White, good morning." Benjamin placed the breakfast on the table, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Sophia reluctantly crawled out of bed, suddenly realizing something was off.
She felt her finger was a bit uncomfortable, and instinctively looked down, immediately freezing.
This was... a diamond ring?
When did this happen? Did Benjamin secretly put it on her last night?
Otherwise, how could she have no memory of it?
Sophia slowly shook her head, lifted the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
While eating, she opened her phone as usual.
Benjamin lifted his eyelids slightly, his gaze pausing on her phone for a second before imperceptibly looking away.
Opening Facebook, Sophia suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Several unread messages appeared—the kind that only show up from Facebook comments and likes.
But Sophia didn't remember posting on Facebook.
She lowered her eyes, her fair, delicate fingertips gently tapping open Facebook, then froze.
She had actually posted on Facebook last night.
Benjamin had posted too!
They both posted the same picture, and even the captions could form a complete sentence together.
"To hold your hand, to grow old with you."
Sophia instinctively looked at the hand wearing the ring, a blush involuntarily rising on her cheeks.
She exited Facebook and discovered that Lowell had sent her messages last night.
The time of the messages was exactly three minutes before the Facebook post was updated.
Was this a coincidence?
Sophia slowly raised her head and looked toward Benjamin.
Benjamin was currently looking down, eating his breakfast, his movements unhurried, with no panic or confusion of being caught on his face.
Instead, he was so calm, as if he knew nothing about any of this.
Sophia helplessly rubbed her forehead. How had she never noticed before that Benjamin was so good at pretending?
"Benjamin."
"What's wrong?" Benjamin looked up calmly, still chewing his sandwich.
The town's conditions were rather basic, the surrounding shops hadn't opened yet, and the hotel only had sandwiches.
Even while eating the cheapest breakfast, Benjamin's movements remained refined and elegant, his every gesture exuding nobility.
"Mr. White, care to explain?" Sophia raised her hand that suddenly had a diamond ring on it.
Benjamin's hand holding the coffee cup paused, then he coughed lightly, "Explain what?"
Sophia was amused by his attempt to play dumb and get away with it. She pulled up his hand, which also wore a ring, and placed it on the table. "What's this all about? When did you prepare this?"
"Two months ago. I couldn't find the right diamond, so it got delayed until now." Benjamin grasped Sophia's hand in return, holding it tightly in his palm, his deep eyes full of sincerity. "Sophia, this is what I owe you."
"Even so, you shouldn't have put it on me while I was asleep. Other people's boyfriends get down on one knee, holding flowers, asking if she'll marry him. I got nothing."