Chapter 352 The Bubble Kiss
Finnley nodded along with Sophia's words. "It's all my fault. Sophia, will you forgive me?"
Sophia wasn't really angry to begin with, and hearing his gentle tone now made her heart melt even more.
She couldn't help but smile, glancing at him sideways. "Alright then, I forgive you."
Seeing her smile, Finnley couldn't help but chuckle softly and leaned down to kiss her fair cheek.
His chin was covered in white shaving foam, which now smeared all over Sophia's face.
Sophia looked at herself in the mirror and wanted to hit him in frustration. "You're so annoying!"
Finnley held the razor in one hand while wrapping his other arm around her slender waist, rubbing his face against hers again.
"I think you look pretty good right now."
With that, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Sophia was forced to stand on her tiptoes, her lower back pressed against the sink, having to endure Finnley's kisses.
Her fair arms hung around Finnley's neck, and she could only let him take what he wanted.
The straps of her nightgown had somehow slipped down her shoulders, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.
Finnley's breathing grew heavier.
After what seemed like forever, when Sophia's whole body had gone weak from his kisses, Finnley finally slowly released her.
She heard his low, husky voice in her ear. "If we can't make love, kissing should be okay, right?"
Sophia's cheeks instantly turned bright red. She lifted her foot and kicked him hard, glaring at him. "Why are you always thinking about being intimate with me?"
Finnley grunted, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Food and sex are human nature."
He was a normal man, after all. Faced with a woman as tempting as Sophia, it would be strange if he could control himself.
Sophia couldn't be bothered with him and turned on the faucet to wash the foam off her face.
Oh no, her lips were even more swollen than before.
Now she really couldn't face anyone!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Sophia couldn't help but glare at him again. "Be careful not to overdo it, or you'll end up with erectile dysfunction."
Finnley: "..."
Hearing "erectile dysfunction," Finnley's face darkened.
What kind of wife curses her own husband like that?
Feeling his masculine dignity challenged, Finnley moved closer and grabbed her hand.
"Your husband's sexual function is just fine."
Sophia's hand felt a burning heat. Finnley's jaw rested on her shoulder, and the sensation under her palm was hard to ignore.
She pulled her hand back as if she'd been burned.
...
In an apartment somewhere in downtown Silverlight City, three handsome, distinguished-looking men sat facing each other.
The three looked at each other in silence, their eyes all fixed on the phone sitting on the coffee table.
Several days had passed, and they'd received plenty of messages, but not a single one they wanted.
Flynn was the first to lose his patience. He picked up his phone. "We can't wait anymore. It's been so long—do you think Sophia didn't receive our gifts?"
Heath called him out. "The past two years we gave the gifts to the housekeeper at the White Manor, but this time we had my friend deliver them personally."
If they could say she didn't receive the gifts in previous years, they could still fool themselves into thinking the housekeeper wasn't careful enough and didn't deliver them.
But this time?
Deep down, they all knew very well that Sophia would never forgive them.
Two years ago, they'd finally woken up and seen through Isabella's true nature.
But before they could do anything about it, they discovered that their mother had been arrested by the police for manslaughter.
That was also when they first learned that Hayden, whom they'd always respected, had been keeping a mistress on the side.
What shocked them even more was that Isabella was actually Hayden's child with his mistress.
Back then, to bring his illegitimate daughter into the Brown Villa for a better life, Hayden had deliberately abandoned Sophia when she was taken out.
Sophia had suffered so much out there, while they, her brothers, had treasured an illegitimate daughter instead.
The overwhelming guilt nearly drowned them completely. They were too ashamed to face Sophia.
For the past two years, they'd been secretly keeping tabs on her.
When they learned that Benjamin had fallen into the sea, they went to the White Manor during the funeral, but didn't get to see Sophia as they'd hoped.
But they didn't give up caring about Sophia. Even if they could only watch her secretly from afar, they were willing to do it.
For Sophia's birthday this time, they'd started preparing gifts a month in advance.
Even Heath, usually so cold, had started folding paper stars by hand.
They'd been hoping all along that Sophia would respond to them, but in the end, there was nothing.
Flynn was the first to break down. His eyes turned red, his hands clenched into tight fists, as if he was holding back his emotions.
Sawyer reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him. "Don't think too much about it. As long as she's happy."
Now that Benjamin was back, Sophia didn't have to cry herself to sleep anymore.
As long as she could be happy, everything was worth it.
"Damn it, don't let me see Isabella or that bastard Hayden again!" Flynn said through gritted teeth.
Hearing this, Heath and Sawyer's faces also darkened.
According to their investigation, after Seraphine died two years ago, Hayden had taken Isabella abroad to settle down.
Hayden had also taken all the funds he'd transferred out of the Brown Group with him.
The Brown family went completely bankrupt. Heath's company shares plummeted and nearly went under too.
Sawyer's reputation in the entertainment industry was also negatively affected.
All of this was thanks to Hayden and Isabella!
They silently cursed Hayden and Isabella a thousand times over in their hearts, their eyes full of hatred.
However, they didn't know that Hayden and Isabella, who'd run off abroad with the money, weren't doing well at all.
On a street in Celestria, Isabella angrily blocked a limited edition Lamborghini sports car, looking tearfully at the person inside.
"Atlas, why are you treating me like this? Who is this woman?"
Inside the car, a man with delicate features and a high nose bridge was intimately holding a woman with a sexy, alluring figure.
The woman wore revealing clothes—a black camisole tube top that barely covered her, as if her chest might pop out at any second.
She had chestnut-colored wavy hair, bright red lips, and looked both seductive and sexy.
Right now, the two were tightly embracing and kissing passionately.
The man called Atlas had disheveled clothes, his tie pulled loose, several buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his muscular chest.
Hearing Isabella's accusation, Atlas laughed mockingly. "Isabella, we've already broken up."
"I didn't agree to break up. I don't want to break up! Atlas, please, don't leave me." Isabella stepped forward and grabbed Atlas's arm, begging desperately.
Atlas looked her up and down, pulled out a stack of bills from his wallet, and stuffed them into her hand. "Consider this compensation. Don't come pestering me anymore."
Atlas was a playboy to begin with—how could he possibly settle down for one woman?
Besides... he'd only gotten together with Isabella in the first place because she seemed different from other women.
It was just for the novelty.
Now that the novelty had worn off, there was no point anymore.
"Atlas, my feelings for you were real. How can you treat me like this?" Isabella looked pitiful with tears in her eyes, full of misery.
But Atlas wasn't buying it. "You got together with me for my money, didn't you? What, you think this isn't enough?"
"No, that's not it..."
"Then get lost. Don't think I don't know you've been with other men besides me."
With that, he started the engine, stepped on the gas, and drove off with the woman.
Isabella was standing very close to the car and accidentally got hit by it. Her thin body fell hard to the ground.
Watching the car speed away, Isabella's mind went blank.
How did he find out?