Chapter 312 You Wouldn't Be Jealous
Sophia let out a cry of surprise. When she came to her senses, she found her entire upper body hanging upside down over Finnley's shoulder.
Finnley had hoisted Sophia onto his shoulder and was walking out of the bar with his long, straight legs.
Sophia's cheeks flushed red as blood seemed to rush instantly to her face, bringing a burning heat.
"Finnley, put me down!" She struggled, trying to get off Finnley, her legs swinging constantly.
"Behave yourself."
Finnley carried her all the way to the car, opened the passenger door, and placed her inside.
Sophia was finally put down, her cheeks burning as if on fire.
"Do you... do you even know what you're doing?"
How could he just carry her out like that? She wondered if anyone had seen her face.
So embarrassing.
Finnley lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on Sophia's little face, which had turned bright red from shyness. His eyes darkened.
He leaned down, his arm propped against the passenger seat back, trapping Sophia in his embrace, the corners of his lips curving up slightly.
"Mrs. White, you've been living quite comfortably these past two years—drinking? Dancing?"
Meeting Finnley's dark gaze, Sophia suddenly felt guilty.
But she quickly straightened her back, casually tucking her slightly messy hair behind her ear, and said with a proud expression, "Can't help it. Who told me to be so charming?"
Finnley was amused by her righteous attitude. He reached out and pinched her soft, rosy cheek. "So you think you're in the right, huh?"
Sophia lifted her chin, looking at him with a haughty expression.
Finnley sighed helplessly and brought his face closer again.
The distance between them closed rapidly, their noses almost touching.
Finnley's hot breath sprayed across Sophia's cheeks, like balls of scorching fire burning on her face, bringing waves of heat.
His fresh, pleasant scent hit her face, filling her entire nose.
Sophia's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and thinking he was going to kiss her, she instinctively closed her eyes.
However, Finnley's kiss never came.
She opened her eyes in confusion and found Finnley looking at her with amusement, his long, narrow eyes showing a teasing glint.
He reached past Sophia and pulled the seatbelt from behind her.
The seatbelt clicked into place, securing her firmly in the passenger seat.
After doing all this, Finnley curled his finger and tapped lightly on her smooth, full forehead, teasing, "What were you thinking? I don't want to be watched by people on the street."
He paused, then added, "Of course, if you want to, it's not impossible."
Finnley's voice trailed off with a slow, deep drawl, carrying an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Realizing she had misunderstood, Sophia's cheeks instantly turned bright red. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Who was thinking that? I wasn't!"
Watching Sophia's embarrassed and annoyed expression, Finnley's smile deepened.
He closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, and said to Sophia, "Hold on tight, we're going home."
Finnley then pressed the gas pedal, started the engine, and drove the car back to the White Manor.
Throughout the journey, Sophia barely spoke.
The heat on her face wouldn't fade, and she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.
So embarrassing!
Halfway through, Finnley suddenly spoke up, "From now on, spend less time hanging out with Elodie and Hannah. What kind of decent place is a nightclub?"
That place was full of all kinds of people.
There were even some shady things there. If these girls, who couldn't even fight back, accidentally consumed something they shouldn't, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Sophia quietly protested, "We were just there to drink, not to pick up guys."
Finnley let out a cold laugh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Just because you're not hitting on others doesn't mean others won't get ideas and hit on you."
That guy in the dance floor today was a perfect example.
Especially since Sophia was so beautiful—even in the dim lighting of a nightclub, she stood out enough to catch everyone's eye at first glance.
Just one look at Sophia, and you couldn't look away.
He had seen it clearly from the second floor—many men kept glancing at Sophia, looking eager and ready to make a move at any moment.
Those looks made him uncomfortable.
It was like a treasure he'd been hiding for so long was being coveted by others.
Sophia was about to argue back when her eyes suddenly rolled, her expression full of amusement.
"Finnley, are you jealous?"
Finnley suddenly slammed on the brakes. Unprepared, Sophia's body lurched forward, nearly hitting her head.
Fortunately, Finnley was quick and blocked her forehead with his hand just in time.
Finnley looked a bit uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and stubbornly said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm not. Don't forget, we're just in a business arrangement."
Hearing Finnley's words, Sophia gave him a meaningful look and couldn't help but snort inwardly.
Just wait—when he gets his memory back, sleeping in the study for a month is the least he'll get.
Meeting Sophia's gaze, Finnley pressed his lips together, feeling a bit awkward himself, and simply stopped talking.
Late at night, Finnley still slept on the couch.
After Sophia lay down, the room fell silent.
Bright moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, falling on the large bed and dispelling some of the darkness in the room.
Sophia couldn't sleep, so she carefully listened for Finnley's movements.
She slowly turned on her side, lying facing Finnley's direction. From her angle, she could only see the top of his head.
Sophia quietly sat up from the bed, got out barefoot, and tiptoed to Finnley's side.
Then she quietly climbed onto the couch and lay down beside Finnley.
The couch wasn't very big—more than enough for one person, but a bit cramped for two.
In the darkness, Sophia quietly gazed at Finnley's handsome face.
He seemed thinner than before, his handsome features even more defined. He lay straight on the couch, as if asleep.
She slowly wrapped her arms around Finnley's lean waist, leaning against him, her breath filled with his familiar fresh scent.
She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. At night, lying in bed, she would toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. Even when she did fall asleep, she would suddenly wake up.
The whole night would repeat like this—falling asleep, waking up, falling asleep, waking up again...
The next day when she got up, her whole body would be exhausted, unable to muster any energy.
Whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of Benjamin falling into the sea would replay in her mind like a movie, over and over again.
She would run desperately toward him, trying to reach out and grab him, but in the end, she would only grasp at air.
Then she would wake up with a start.
Only now, lying in Finnley's arms, did she feel a moment of peace. The tightly wound nerve finally relaxed a little.
Just like last time at the bar, when she got drunk and he took her to a hotel suite, she slept in his arms all night.
That was the most peaceful night's sleep she'd had in months.
Sophia looked at him with her eyes open, her finger unconsciously falling on his brow, wanting to smooth out his slightly furrowed brow.
Then his delicate eyes, thick lashes, high nose bridge... finally, landing on his sexy thin lips.
Finnley kept his eyes closed, but he wasn't asleep.
Actually, he had woken up the moment Sophia got out of bed. Then he heard rustling sounds.
The reason he didn't open his eyes was because he wanted to see what she was up to.
He just never expected that Sophia would secretly lie down beside him and burrow into his arms like a little kitten.
When those soft, boneless hands wrapped around his waist, his body tensed up uncontrollably.