Chapter 274 Grateful That This Face Can Be Liked by You
Benjamin had actually been awake for a while. He'd barely slept all night, but he didn't feel tired at all—he was still in an excited state even now.
Since he couldn't sleep, he simply didn't bother trying.
He lay on his side, staring at Sophia's sleeping face for hours.
Sophia had a petite figure, and her cheeks had an unusual flush that made her look even more charming and captivating—impossible to look away from.
Her long, curled lashes cast shadows on her eyelids. When she slept restlessly, her brows would furrow slightly and her lashes would flutter like two feathers, making his heart itch.
Her rosy lips had a moist sheen and were slightly swollen, which only made them more tempting.
He could never look at her enough.
The moment Sophia was about to open her eyes, Benjamin instinctively closed his and pretended to be asleep, not expecting that his wife would also stare at his face in a daze.
When Sophia's soft, delicate little hand gently caressed his cheek, Benjamin suddenly recalled last night's soft and delicate sensations, and his body couldn't help but tense up.
As she leaned closer, her subtle fragrance drifted into his nostrils, and her warm breath, carrying a hint of sweetness, brushed across his face.
Benjamin felt his whole body heating up, his body unusually excited at sensing her approach.
"You're awake?" Sophia blinked her innocent, clear eyes and withdrew her hand.
Benjamin's deep eyes held a hint of danger, and Sophia instinctively wanted to back away.
But before she could get up, Benjamin suddenly rolled over, his tall figure pinning her beneath him.
Her slender wrists were gripped tightly—it didn't hurt, but she couldn't break free.
"Sophia, you haven't answered my question yet."
Sophia's long lashes trembled. Answer what?
Why was she looking at him?
Of course it was because he was good-looking!
Benjamin's face seemed to have received special favor from the creator—every feature was refined and handsome, impossible to look away from.
Sophia wasn't someone who could hide her feelings; all her emotions were written on her face.
Benjamin guessed what she was thinking and couldn't help but chuckle softly. He leaned down close to her ear, his voice low: "You like my face?"
Sophia didn't act coy and admitted it openly: "I do!"
Everyone appreciates beauty.
Besides, facing this face every day, how could she not be moved?
Another pleased, low laugh sounded by her ear. Benjamin's body pressed tightly against hers, and she could clearly feel his chest vibrating.
A blush gradually crept up her cheeks, and Sophia glared at him angrily.
"Is it that funny?"
"Not funny—I'm grateful."
Benjamin slowly shook his head. "Grateful that you like this face of mine."
His life had always been worthless, constantly struggling on the edge of an abyss, never knowing when he'd fall in.
Shattered to pieces, body and soul destroyed.
When he was at his most desperate, she had reached out her hand to him, pulled him back, and illuminated his entire life.
But he'd always been anxious about gains and losses—because he'd possessed something, he was even more afraid of losing it.
He wanted to keep her by his side forever, no matter what it took.
At this moment, looking at Sophia's clear, bright eyes that held only his reflection, as if he were her entire world.
Benjamin felt his whole heart fill up, overflowing with sweetness.
His heart stirred, and his long, defined fingers gently lifted Sophia's chin as he leaned down to kiss her.
Sophia hadn't recovered from last night yet and had no ability to resist at all—her whole body was weak.
In the end, she was worn out completely, collapsing weakly in Benjamin's arms.
She was dizzy and dazed, only remembering vaguely that they'd made love in several different places.
On the bed, on the sofa, in the bathroom... even her hair was soaked with sweat.
In a haze, a pair of strong, powerful arms lifted her up and placed her in the bathtub.
Behind her was a solid chest, burning hot like a blazing fire.
Sophia was too tired to speak a complete sentence, whimpering as she raised her hand to hit his chest.
But the force she used was soft and weak, with no impact at all.
Instead, it made Benjamin laugh quietly.
Sophia was so embarrassed she wanted to find a crack to crawl into. She tried to struggle up from the bathtub, but Benjamin grabbed her wrist.
Benjamin kissed the top of her head gently and soothed her in a low voice: "Be good, I won't tease you anymore."
Sophia didn't know when she fell asleep. She was just too tired—her whole body felt like it was falling apart, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift.
"Water."
After being worn out all night and then all morning, Sophia's voice was hoarse.
Her throat hurt faintly when she spoke.
Benjamin was sitting by the bed handling documents. Hearing Sophia's words, he immediately picked up the warm water from the nightstand.
He lifted Sophia from the bed and let her lean against him, then brought the cup to her lips.
Sophia was so thirsty that she drank most of the cup before slowly shaking her head.
Benjamin tenderly wiped the water from the corner of her lips and kissed her there. "Sleep a bit more."
It was his fault.
After abstaining for so long, he'd lost control for a moment.
He leaned down, his large palm gently caressing Sophia's cheek, his deep eyes full of affection.
In the evening, while Sophia was still sleeping, her phone on the nightstand suddenly rang.
It was Elijah calling.
Benjamin pondered for a moment, then answered.
"Elijah?"
Elijah paused, then realized: "It's Benjamin. Where's Sophia? I need to talk to her about something."
"She's not available right now. You can tell me—it's the same thing." Benjamin didn't want anyone disturbing Sophia's rest.
Elijah sighed, then explained his purpose: "That child from the Armstrong family is so pitiful. I just wanted to ask Sophia if there's really no other way?"
"Your poison was so hard to cure, but she helped you get better. This time she can definitely do it too! If you need any help, just ask."
"Elijah, Sophia wouldn't deliberately withhold an antidote. If she says she hasn't found the medicine yet, then she hasn't found it. We feel for that child too, but Sophia isn't that old herself. Please don't pressure her anymore, okay?"
Benjamin rarely spoke at length with people, but this time his attitude was very firm.
He didn't care about other people's lives or deaths—as long as she was fine, nothing else mattered.
Elijah said awkwardly: "That's not what I meant. I was just asking. Benjamin, you don't need to be so tense."
"Better be." Benjamin snorted coldly.
After hanging up, Elijah sat at home lost in thought.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and took out his phone to make a call.
The next day at noon, Francis suddenly called.
Sophia was having lunch. As soon as she pressed the answer button, Francis's anxious voice came through.
"Sophia, something's happened!"