Chapter 351 Bad-Tempered Sophia
Feeling the burning gaze on her, Sophia's cheeks flushed. "Why are you staring at me like that? It's not like you haven't seen me before."
Finnley's eyes darkened as his thin lips curved into a faint smile. "Beautiful."
Sophia's slender legs and fair skin were exposed to the air, glowing under the lights.
The slip dress wrapped her curvy figure in thin fabric, yet couldn't hide her sexy and alluring aura.
But Sophia's eyes were clear and bright, like flawless crystal, impossibly pure.
It was the first time he'd seen someone blend seduction and innocence so perfectly, making him want to pull her into his arms and make her part of him.
Hearing Finnley's compliment, a smile spread across Sophia's fair face.
She walked shyly to the bed and returned the compliment: "Honey, you look good too."
She meant it. Finnley was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, bar none.
Finnley's dark blue robe hung slightly open, revealing his strong, well-defined chest muscles. Broad shoulders, narrow waist—his proportions were perfect.
His narrow eyes held a bottomless whirlpool, deep and mysterious. His thin lips were pressed together, giving him a cool, restrained look.
Under his gaze, Sophia felt her heartbeat quicken.
Finnley reached out with his long arm, pulled Sophia into his embrace, then rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
He moved so fast that Sophia didn't have time to react—she just felt the world spinning.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around Finnley's neck, and when she came to her senses, she found herself lying on the soft bed.
Finnley's tall, cool figure pressed down on her. His eyes were like a deep, cold pool—one more look and you'd fall into the abyss.
Just as he was about to kiss her, Sophia pushed him away in panic and said quietly, "Not today, I got my period."
Finnley felt heat coursing through his body, a vein throbbing at his temple. Finally, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.
He released his grip on Sophia's hand, rolled over, and lay beside her, his jaw tight as if struggling to control himself.
Seeing this, Sophia couldn't help feeling a bit gleeful.
Her eyes darted around, and with a sly smile, she quietly reached out her hand.
Finnley felt something poking his arm. He turned his head instinctively and met Sophia's bright, playful eyes.
His gaze dropped to see a soft, fair finger poking at his arm.
Sophia was having the time of her life.
Finnley grabbed her soft, tender hand and warned in a low voice, "Stop it."
Finnley's voice was deep and husky, with an indescribable magnetic quality.
Sophia felt her ears tingling, as if an electric current had passed through them.
She knew when to quit and immediately closed her mouth obediently, letting Finnley hold her in his arms.
Sophia had just showered, and her hair was still damp. Feeling the warm breath on top of her head, her body stiffened, and she didn't dare move.
After what seemed like forever, Finnley finally let out a long breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
He looked down to find that Sophia had fallen asleep at some point.
"Heartless thing, sleeping so soundly."
Finnley chuckled helplessly, tapped her nose with his slender finger, then leaned down to kiss her before closing his eyes to sleep.
That night, the two slept in each other's arms. Nothing happened.
The next morning, when Sophia woke up and remembered last night, she couldn't help thinking: Her husband's self-control was really something!
Little did she know what he'd gone through last night.
Sophia had slept restlessly, constantly shifting in his arms.
Every time she moved, the desire he'd barely suppressed would rise again.
This happened several times. Finnley took several cold showers throughout the night, finally settling down only near dawn.
Sophia was completely oblivious to all this. She stretched sleepily and rolled over in his arms.
"Honey, morning."
Sophia's sweet, soft voice was like honey.
It melted hearts.
Finnley rubbed his tired brow and grunted in response.
Today, for some reason, Sophia suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and studied his face.
"What's wrong?" Finnley asked, puzzled.
"Why are you being so cold to me today?" Before, Finnley would always kiss her and say good morning.
"Am I being cold?" Finnley was confused.
But Sophia nodded firmly. "Of course. Tell me, did I upset you last night?"
All Finnley could think about was having sex with her.
He didn't know how to be considerate of her at all.
Finnley didn't catch on at first. When he did, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How could that be? I'm not some hormone-driven animal."
Sophia pouted and looked at him skeptically. "Really? Then why didn't you give me a good morning kiss?"
Finnley thought about it—she was right, there was no good morning kiss. That was his oversight.
So he leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead, saying good morning in a low voice.
"You're so half-hearted."
Sophia grumbled, stubborn as always, though she was actually happy inside.
As soon as she finished speaking, a shadow suddenly loomed over her.
Then Finnley's unique crisp scent rushed toward her as he sealed her lips completely.
Now Sophia couldn't say a word.
When getting up, she discovered that Finnley had kissed her lips swollen. Even without lipstick, they were bright and rosy.
She glared coquettishly at Finnley, who was seriously shaving beside her, complaining, "If you're going to kiss me, fine, but who told you to be so rough? They're all swollen. How am I supposed to go out and see people?"
Finnley's gaze fell on her red lips, his eyes darkening as if the soft, sweet taste still lingered on his lips.
He cleared his throat. "You asked me to kiss you. How is this my fault now?"
That seemed to be true.
Sophia's long, curled lashes fluttered, and she suddenly felt a bit guilty. But she quickly lifted her chin proudly and said, "If I say it's your fault, it's your fault. No arguing."
She was like a bossy tyrant.
Finnley sighed helplessly, thinking Chase was right—women have those few days every month when they get moody and completely unreasonable.
In these situations, men just have to put up with it. If you can't, you still have to.
After all, she was his wife.
If he made her angry, wouldn't he be the one feeling bad in the end?