Chapter 300 You've Torn My Shirt
Finnley was silent for a long moment before asking, "What do you want me to do?"
He knew very well that this was the only chance to get close to Sophia. If he missed it, the mission would be a complete failure.
The organization wouldn't let him off.
So he spent about half a minute weighing the pros and cons, and finally gave in reluctantly.
As long as he could achieve his goal and stay by Sophia's side, it didn't matter what role he played.
"You don't need to do anything, just stay by my side." Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her fair little feet swinging gently as she reached out her hand toward Finnley.
If Benjamin was still alive, then was it possible that Elijah was alive too?
Then everything would make sense.
Elijah could do anything for his experiments.
Although she didn't know yet what methods they had used on Benjamin, as long as he stayed by her side, she would definitely figure it out.
Finnley frowned slightly, "That's it?"
Just staying by her side was enough?
For some reason, Finnley felt that Sophia's eyes seemed to see through everything.
All darkness had nowhere to hide before her.
The curve of Sophia's lips deepened, and her long lashes fluttered, "If you want more, that's not impossible either..."
Finnley's lips twitched slightly as he voiced the doubt in his mind, "Are you planning to use me as Benjamin's substitute?"
"If that's how you want to understand it, sure. So, are you willing?" Sophia tilted her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with amusement.
Finnley's gaze fell on Sophia's fair little hand, and he suddenly felt that his mission had failed.
He hadn't just lost—he had lost completely.
He slowly reached out his hand, and when he touched Sophia's soft little hand, he gripped it firmly, "Happy to work together."
Before Sophia could speak, he said first, "What you said might just be a coincidence, because I can clearly recall everything that happened in my first 24 years."
This was also why Finnley had never doubted his identity.
He remembered almost everything that had happened since he could remember, and he was certain that none of it involved the White family or Sophia.
Sophia nodded without surprise, her expression unchanged.
She already had her own theory about what Finnley said.
She just needed to verify it.
Finnley was surprised by her reaction, and it further confirmed in his mind that Sophia wanted to use him as a substitute.
His thin lips pressed together as he continued, "I can agree to be your husband's substitute, but shouldn't you also agree to do something for me?"
Sophia got down from the bed, stepped on the man's feet, stood on tiptoe, and her warm, sweet breath sprayed on his face, "What do you want me to do? Join your organization? Or help you research drugs that alter human genes?"
"You..."
"Why do I know all this?" Sophia sneered, staring intently into Finnley's eyes, "Because my husband had that accident two years ago trying to save me from them."
Two years ago...
He had also been in an accident then, but it wasn't an explosion—it was a car crash.
But could there really be such a coincidence in this world?
A dark glint flashed in Finnley's eyes, and he didn't dare think further.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes pausing for a second on Sophia's fair, lustrous toes before quickly looking away.
He grabbed Sophia's slender, soft waist and carried her back to the bed.
Thinking about how he had been flustered by a woman's teasing, Finnley refused to back down and curved his lips into a rakish smile.
He pointed at his open shirt, "Ms. Brown, you tore my shirt. Shouldn't you compensate me with a new one?"
"Are you that short on money?" Sophia frowned.
Finnley: "No, but whoever breaks it should take responsibility."
Sophia's gaze paused on his well-defined chest muscles, and she said meaningfully, "One won't be enough."
Understanding her implication, Finnley's temple throbbed.
Sophia's current demeanor was completely different from the information he had investigated.
The files said Sophia was lively, sweet, and adorable, but the person before him was a mature woman who knew how to seduce men.
If his willpower wasn't strong enough, he would have been seduced by her already.
Sophia certainly had the assets for it. Even though he had seen countless beautiful women, when he first saw her, he couldn't help but be attracted to her.
"Come here." Sophia beckoned to him.
"What for?" Finnley had always been cold and proud, keeping others at a distance. When had he ever been ordered around by a woman?
But his feet seemed to move of their own accord, slowly walking over.
Sophia bent down and took out a tube of ointment from her bag, pulling him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You're bleeding so much. Doesn't it hurt?"
Sophia looked at the bite marks on Finnley's shoulder that she had made, feeling somewhat guilty.
But soon, she became self-righteous again.
This wasn't entirely her fault—he was the one who forgot about her first.
Finnley had wanted to say it didn't hurt, but meeting Sophia's worried eyes, he changed his tune, "It does hurt a bit."
Sophia placed her hands on his shoulders, leaned in and blew gently on the wound, then applied the ointment for him, "It'll be fine soon."
Her soft fingertips gently brushed across his shoulder, mixed with the cool sensation of the ointment, creating a tingling feeling that spread like an electric current through his entire body.
His spine stiffened for a moment, and the desire he had barely suppressed surged up again.
"Done."
At that moment, Sophia withdrew her hand and instructed him, "Try not to get it wet for the next couple of days. I'll have someone send clothes over later. I have things to do, so I'll leave first."
Finnley found a tube of ointment pressed into his hand, still warm from her palm.
He laughed dryly, leaning lazily against the headboard, his deep eyes watching her, "Does this count as you keeping me?"
Sophia laughed too, taking out a card from her bag and handing it to him, "This is what keeping someone means."
Finnley looked at the bank card in his hand, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly. He wanted to say he wasn't short on money, but meeting Sophia's expectant eyes, he silently swallowed his refusal.
"Alright, I'll take it. But if you want me to play a substitute, there should be a time limit, right? I can't stake my whole life on a mission, can I?" Finnley's lips curved slightly, his usually cold and hard features now softened a bit.
He really did look like someone being kept.
Sophia raised an eyebrow, "Am I not worth you staking your whole life on?"
Sophia had delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth, and her rosy lips were slightly pursed, glistening with an enticing sheen.
Finnley stared at her blankly, and an absurd thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Being kept by her for a lifetime wouldn't be a loss...
Sophia gave him her contact information, then turned and left.
After she left, Finnley got up and went to the bathroom for a cold shower.
When he came out of the bathroom and saw the bank card and business card, he couldn't help but smile.
Although it was just a mission, this was the first time in his life he had been kept by someone.
How should he put it—being kept didn't feel bad at all.