Chapter 298 I Knew You Would Come Back
Finnley carried Sophia to a nearby hotel, booked a presidential suite, and laid her down on the soft king-sized bed.
Sophia's eyes were tightly closed, and her delicate face with light makeup was flushed from the alcohol, adding a touch of allure to her appearance.
Finnley leaned over, staring blankly at the sleeping woman, suddenly lost in thought for a moment.
Just then, his phone rang.
Finnley got up and walked to the balcony to answer the call.
Seeing the name displayed on his phone screen, he instinctively glanced at Sophia sleeping on the bed, then slowly closed the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Hello? What's up?"
His voice was cold, his deep eyes calm and emotionless.
The person on the other end asked, "How are things going on your end? Have you met Sophia yet?"
Finnley turned his head toward the room, pressed his lips together, "No."
"What's going on? Not going smoothly? Didn't I have someone send you Sophia's information before?" Elijah frowned, asking with confusion.
Finnley replied without changing his expression, "If you have time to worry about this, you should put more energy into the research. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
After saying that, he hung up without hesitation.
Elijah heard the busy tone from his phone, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes.
Two years ago at the beach, the bomb he pulled out looked very powerful, but it was actually just a decoy.
At that time, Benjamin had snatched the bomb from his hand at lightning speed and thrown it into the sea.
He thought he would die, but he turned out to be so lucky.
He and Benjamin were washed ashore by the waves into some bushes and miraculously survived.
He woke up earlier than Benjamin, so he dragged him and hid in a very secluded abandoned warehouse.
Then he contacted Peter and had him wipe the surveillance footage from that time period, which allowed him to successfully escape.
When the organization's people came to pick him up, he brought Benjamin along as well.
As for why Benjamin lost his memory, it was naturally because he had Dashiell hypnotize him, making him forget his past memories and even altering them.
This required a very high-level psychologist to do, otherwise there would be great risks.
Fortunately, Dashiell had hidden his true abilities—he was actually an internationally top-tier hypnotherapist.
Seventeen years ago, to prevent those children from remembering the faces of their laboratory staff, Dashiell had hypnotized them once.
Additionally, the reason Amelia became mentally unstable was naturally also due to Dashiell's hypnosis.
Dashiell chose to target Amelia for two reasons: first, they accidentally discovered that Benjamin's constitution was very suitable for injecting the serum, making him perfect as their test subject.
Second, Amelia had already been traumatized by relationship issues, making her easier to hypnotize.
This hypnosis was very successful. When Benjamin woke up, he couldn't remember anything that had happened before.
They gave him a new name—Finnley.
And arranged a new identity.
Initially, they did all this just to make Benjamin useful to them, to serve as their mobile blood bank.
And to use him to threaten Sophia and the White family.
But two years had passed, and their experiments still hadn't made any progress.
Sophia was right—without her, the experiment could never succeed.
They had no other choice but to find a way to approach Sophia again.
And the best choice, of course, was Benjamin.
In front of Benjamin, Sophia would definitely let down her guard.
As long as he could win Sophia's heart like before, he could get her to join the organization and willingly do research for them.
Elijah thought things would go smoothly, but he didn't expect Finnley to refuse to tell him anything.
He sighed deeply, carefully thinking about the next step of the plan.
Silverlight City.
Finnley casually tossed his phone onto a nearby table and returned to sit by the bed.
The order he received was to approach Sophia, win her heart, and bring her back to the organization.
After learning that Sophia went to bars every night, Finnley had originally planned to stage a heroic rescue, naturally establishing a connection with her.
But things had already gone beyond his expectations.
Who could have imagined that Sophia wouldn't play by the rules—one word, "husband," had completely disrupted all his plans.
He pinched the bridge of his nose again, unable to help sighing inwardly.
"Honey, don't go..."
Just then, Sophia, who had been sleeping on the bed, suddenly turned over and curled herself up.
His shirt was grabbed again. He instinctively looked up and saw Sophia's brow furrowed tightly.
She must have dreamed of something bad, murmuring Benjamin's name continuously.
Finnley suddenly became curious about this Benjamin that Sophia kept mentioning.
Before he could investigate, Sophia moved closer, like an abandoned little animal, curling up and seeking warmth.
Finnley's heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a needle, a sharp pain spreading through it.
He didn't know why he was having this emotion, and quickly suppressed the feeling.
...
When Sophia woke up the next day, she felt dizzy and heavy-headed. She rubbed her aching temples and slowly opened her eyes.
However, the next second, she froze.
Lying beside her was a tall, well-built man.
The man had handsome, striking features, as if favored by the creator himself. His lines were refined and smooth, his features three-dimensional and angular. This face was exactly the same as Benjamin's, deeply etched in her heart.
She blinked, thinking she was seeing things.
Could it be that what she saw last night wasn't a dream, but reality?
She stared blankly at the sleeping Finnley, her nose suddenly tingling with sourness.
Tears fell again.
Sensing a burning gaze fixed on him, Finnley slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the unfamiliar room, he paused for half a second, then remembered what happened last night.
He instinctively turned his head and met a pair of eyes brimming with tears.
Finnley sat up from the bed, looking at her helplessly, "Why are you crying again?"
"I didn't do anything to you. Everything last night was an accident. I was worried it wasn't safe for you, a girl alone at the bar, so I..."
Halfway through his words, Sophia suddenly threw herself into his arms.
"I knew you couldn't bear to leave me, I knew you'd come back..."
Finnley felt the softness in his arms, his body couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, his hands frozen in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.
The vein at his temple twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Let go!"
"No!" Sophia's arms tightly hugged Finnley's strong waist, refusing to let go no matter what.
No one knew how long she had waited for this moment.
But fortunately, it was all worth it. She had finally waited for it.