Chapter 14 Can You Even Get it Up?
The cold light cascaded down, highlighting Benjamin's short, sharp hair and amplifying the cool, distant aura around him.
His eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, were as deep and dark as the ocean, with a fleeting hint of an unusual emotion.
"We're staying here tonight. The servants will get the room next door ready soon."
"Aren't we sleeping together?" Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips pouting in clear displeasure.
"It's not convenient." Benjamin coughed lightly into his fist, trying to mask his inner awkwardness.
Sophia straightened up, her small face puffing up slightly as she glared at him.
"What's inconvenient about it? We're married now. What kind of couple sleeps in separate rooms on their wedding night?" She leaned in closer, scrutinizing Benjamin with suspicion. "Can you even get it up?"
"Let me check for you!" Sophia grabbed Benjamin's hand, pretending she was about to examine him.
Benjamin's lips pressed into a tight line, his handsome face darkening.
He leaned down, pushing Sophia onto the bed, his tall, imposing figure looming over her.
Benjamin's cold, deep aura spread out, carrying an indescribable danger. "Sophia, don't ever say that again."
Sophia, caught off guard, let out a startled cry and instinctively wrapped her arms around Benjamin's neck.
By the time she realized what had happened, she was already lying on the bed.
Benjamin's face, as if sculpted by a master, was mere inches from hers, and the fresh scent of pine from his body filled her senses, making her heart race.
She stared at his magnified, handsome face, momentarily at a loss, her cheeks flushing with a soft pink.
Just then, footsteps suddenly approached.
"Sorry, Mr. White, I didn't mean to intrude."
The servant's sudden appearance shattered the intimate atmosphere between them.
Benjamin was the first to react, quickly sitting up and nonchalantly straightening his slightly wrinkled suit.
When he looked at the servant, his gaze was sharp enough to kill. "What is it?"
The servant's legs trembled, her heart pounding, wishing she could disappear.
She had seen something she shouldn't have. Would Benjamin kill her for it?
Suppressing her fear, the servant's voice shook. "Mr. White, the room is ready. It's right next door."
Benjamin glanced at Sophia's flushed face, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he said in a deep voice, "No need."
"What?"
The servant looked up in confusion, only to hear Benjamin say, "Bring her clothes and toiletries over. It's our wedding night; we shouldn't be in separate rooms."
The servant looked at Benjamin in surprise, not expecting him to change his mind so quickly.
She frowned, hesitating, as she stood rooted to the spot.
Amelia had specifically instructed her not to let Benjamin and Sophia sleep in the same room.
Now that Benjamin had changed his mind, how was she supposed to explain this to Amelia?
Benjamin's tone turned icy. "What? Do you want me to do it myself?"
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a powerful sense of oppression.
The servant was startled, quickly replying, "No, no. I'll do it right away."
After the servant left, Benjamin looked at Sophia and explained, "Grandpa wants us to stay here for a few days. If you're not comfortable, we can head home soon."
Preston had agreed to let Sophia treat Benjamin, but he couldn't completely let go of his worries. So, he had suggested that Benjamin and Sophia stay here temporarily.
Benjamin had moved out after coming of age and only returned occasionally. He liked peace, so he had lived alone for years.
Sophia could sense Benjamin's low spirits and quickly moved closer, tugging at his sleeve. "It's okay. As long as you're with me, I can stay anywhere."
Benjamin felt a warmth in his heart at her words. "Thanks."
Sophia batted her eyes and leaned her cheek towards him. She pointed to her own cheek with her fingertip. "Words aren't enough. If you really want to thank me, show it with actions."
Benjamin froze, then pushed her cheek away, his tone slightly disdainful. "In your dreams."
Sophia covered her pushed cheek with her hand, pouting in dissatisfaction. "Other husbands kiss and hug their wives all the time. You don't pamper me at all."
Benjamin lowered his gaze, saying, "We're not like other couples. Sophia, I never thought I could have the kind of feelings that come easily to others."
Because he knew he didn't have much time left.
Everyone said he was naturally cold and withdrawn, even his closest family thought so.
But they didn't know it was all deliberate. If he was just an insignificant presence to others, then no one would be sad when he was gone.
Benjamin had grown up with almost no friends. No women around him
Sophia looked at Benjamin, seeing the lonely, desolate aura surrounding him, and her heart ached.
She bit her lip, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. "Benjamin, you'll have what others have. I'll cure you. You won't have to run anymore or envy others."
In that moment, Sophia was immensely grateful for having learned medicine from Robert.
And incredibly thankful she hadn't missed meeting Benjamin.
Feeling the soft body in his arms and the warm breath on his neck, Benjamin's body tensed up again, a flash of helplessness in his eyes.
He raised his hand high, hesitating in the air for a moment before finally letting it drop.
Late at night, Benjamin and Sophia lay on a large bed, the room pitch black, with only the sound of their breathing. Benjamin's eyes were half-closed, his lips pressed into a tight line, seemingly asleep.
Sophia, wrapped in a soft blanket, her large eyes darting around, appeared especially bright in the dark. She turned her head to look at Benjamin. "Honey, are you asleep?"
She was met with silence.
Sophia pouted, looking at the distance between them, enough for another person, and felt a bit dissatisfied.
Her eyes shifted slightly, and then her foot, hidden under the covers, slowly inched towards Benjamin.
From a distance, one could clearly see a small lump under the blanket steadily moving towards Benjamin.