Chapter 115: I Want to Join You for a Bath

After cooking breakfast, Benjamin, smelling strongly of cooking fumes, paced restlessly in the villa's vast hall. He often glanced upstairs.

Laura had been up there for so long.

He wondered whether Sophia was still asleep or if she was refusing to have breakfast.

His mood turbulent, Benjamin crossed his arms and continued his restless walk back and forth through the hall until Laura finally came downstairs.

Benjamin quickly approached her, his face expressionless as he glanced at the tray in her hands.

Apart from the half glass of apple juice left, the pie and cake were gone.

A sense of relief washed over him, and a hint of pleasure crossed his handsome features.

"Sir, Mrs. Taylor really enjoyed the breakfast you made," Laura shared the good news with him.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow with a flicker of anticipation in his dark eyes, "Does she know it was made by me?"

Laura pursed her lips, reluctant to deceive him but feeling compelled to tell the truth.

"Sir, I... I didn't mean to hide it from Mrs. Taylor. You are still arguing, and I was afraid she wouldn't eat it if she knew you made it."

Benjamin's face darkened immediately, all his happiness and anticipation dissipating.

Could he blame Laura for not telling Sophia? No.

He knew very well that if Sophia knew he was the one who made the breakfast, she definitely wouldn't have eaten it.

That was why he hadn't delivered it himself and had sent Laura instead.

"It's fine as long as she ate it."

He found some comfort in the fact that she was eating rather than protesting by fasting.

"Sir, Mrs. Taylor would like you to cook lunch too..."

Laura admitted with a sense of guilt.

Benjamin had paid a lot to hire help, yet here he was, needed to cook again.

Benjamin agreed, "Alright, I'll come back and cook at noon."

His attention returned to the tray in Laura's hand.

Now that Sophia had eaten breakfast, he figured there was no harm in appearing before her.

"I'll go upstairs to change."

With that, Benjamin hurried upstairs.

Sophia, having regained some energy from breakfast but feeling sticky and uncomfortable, decided to take a shower.

When Benjamin returned to the master bedroom, he didn't see Sophia, and he only heard the sound of the shower running from the bathroom.

Was she taking a shower?

He walked towards the bathroom.

"Ouch..."

Sophia's cry from the bathroom spurred Benjamin to action.

Worried she might hurt herself, he hurriedly opened the door and entered. "Sophia!"

Actually, Sophia had just slipped trying to get into the bathtub.

At that moment, she sat crashed beside the tub, her bare, vulnerable figure both desirous and adorable.

Benjamin crouched by her, his tone cool yet caring, "Can't you be more careful?"

Sophia looked up to see Benjamin and panicked. She tried to push against him.

"Why are you here? Get out!"

Ignoring her protests, Benjamin scooped her up and carried her to the bathtub, then unceremoniously dropped her into the circular tub with a splash.

Sophia submerged briefly, swallowed some water before resurfacing, and pushed her hair back from her face defiantly glaring at Benjamin.

"Benjamin, why did you throw me in?!"

Benjamin stood arms crossed and looked down at her from a height, his voice light and teasing, "Sitting bare on the floor, aren't you cold?"

Sophia pursed her lips and turned her head in a huff, clearly upset.

Dammit! Was this how he treated someone he liked?

Knowing she fell, not only did he not console her, but he also threw her into the tub!

Seeing her puffed, angry face, Benjamin's lips curved into a slight smile.

He leaned over and rested his arms on the edge of the tub, "Sophia, are you mad?"

Sophia turned to face him, his chiseled, handsome features just inches away.

The jerk knew exactly what he was doing!

"Why are you mad?" His inquiry was deliberate. "Because I wasn't gentle?"

"I don't need you to be!" Sophia defiantly yelled back at him.

"There you go." Benjamin scoffed as if he had anticipated her rejection.

"Since you don't care for my gentleness, I might as well follow my own heart and be a bit rougher."

If he was rougher and meaner, she'd get angry and talk to him.

Struggling to breathe from anger, Sophia pointed her index finger towards the bathroom door, "Get out!"

Benjamin chuckled and began to unbutton his black shirt, revealing well-defined abs.

Sophia frowned, thinking it absurd, "What are you trying to do?"

With a clank, Benjamin unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops of his trousers, then proceeded to strip them off as well.

"What am I doing? What else could I be doing?"

As he stepped one leg into the bathtub, his lips curved into a wicked smile, "I want to join you for a bath!"