Drenched in Love

Chapter 74 He could not restrain himself

When he got upstairs again, Stephen's footsteps became light. And when he entered the bedroom, he

had a faint smile. He turned around and was aware of his mood at the moment, his face became dark.

The next morning Sophia got up early. She washed and went to the company to eat breakfast. At noon,

she hurried as fast as she could to clean up the president's office on the 28th floor.

Because Sophia came many times, the secretary outside the president's office had been used to it.

She only took a look at her and did not stop her.

Sophia carefully pushed open the door. From the gap, she found Stephen was not there, so she felt

relieved. Immediately she took water, threw the cloth into the basin and began to wipe the table and the

floor.

There was a layer of light footprints on the floor. Sophia squatted down to wipe it. Along the footprints,

she reached the door.

This was not the door she came through, but the door to the inner room in the president's office. The

president's office was originally much larger than this. Stephen ordered people to build a wall here and

install a door. If it was late at night, he stayed in this office. Did she need to wipe it?

Sophia wondered. The inner door was ajar, and not fastened. Sophia saw from the gap and found it

was quiet inside, there should be no one in there. In front of her eyes were footprints.

After thinking for a moment, Sophia gently pushed open the door, continued to wipe footprints holding a

rag.

The president's office was simple outside and even simpler inside, with only a coat hanger and a

simple single bed. Further inside, there was a small bathroom. The bed was a little messy with things

piled up.

Sophia bent her head to wipe the floor. When she wiped to the bedside, she got tired and her waist

painful. She stood up supporting the side of the single bed. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The moment she got up, she felt something wrong under her hand, soft and warm, as if there was

something alive on the bed. Sophia was startled, and subconsciously retreated backwards.

The floor had just been wiped, and it was still wet. In panic, Sophia stood unsteady and fell on the floor.

She looked up in alarm and met his cold eyes.

Stephen did not sleep well last night and took a nap in the break room at noon. Suddenly he felt

someone grabbed his hand. He woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the face that appeared again in his

dream last night.

Sophia’s breath was in instability. Panting, with her mouths slightly opened, she knelt on one knee and

looked at Stephen. Then she was to get up and escape. But before she could stand up, Stephen

grabbed her wrist, dragged her and pressed down on the bed. Then he lowered her head and kissed

on Sophia's red lips.

That was the feeling! That was the feeling!

There was a voice in Stephen's mind shouting.

Last night he dreamed of Sophia again, but not the dream before, but the dream after that. He dreamed

that he and Sophia walked into the bridal chamber. He personally took off the white wedding dress she

was wearing, revealing her wonderful body. And then... they had sex.

The two scenes alternated between in his dreams, in which he was indulging, and when he woke up,

his face turned pale. Sensing the wetness of his pajama pants from his private part, his face turned

pale.

Thinking of that, Stephen increased strength, bit Sophia's red lips hard, and his hands began to be

restless. He got in her clothes, uncovered her bras and vigorously rubbed her breasts.

"Sophia, you are a scourge!"

Stephen murmured in her ear. He knew it was wrong and he shouldn't do that, but his body was

clamoring for her. He was losing control of his body.

Sophia struggled and kicked him hard, but Stephen's muscles were stiff. She just felt her hand in pain

and could not move Stephen away.

Seeing the buttons of her coat were unbuttoned one by one and she would soon be naked, she bit

Stephen's lips with the greatest strength. The smell of blood filled the corners of her mouth and nose.

Stephen was in pain and instantly woke up. He looked at her in disbelief, and the expression on his

face became more and more ferocious, just like the morning he woke up after having sex with Sophia

for the first time.

No, it was even more embarrassing than that morning.

Because the first time he had sex with Sophia, he was drunk and unconsciousness. And now...He

clearly knew what he was doing, also knew that the person under his body was not Jessie but Sophia,

but he...... he failed to control himself.

In the gap of his astonishment, Sophia hurriedly got up, tied the button on the shirt, fled out of the

president’s office. She walked too fast, making a gust of wind. Stephen felt it and his eyes moved.

When she got back to the office, her colleagues had not come back. Sophia sat in her chair to calm

down. She felt relieved when she saw that there was nothing wrong with her reflection on the

blackened screen.

She might as well not wipe the footprints. Sophia regretted. She did not know what Stephen would do

to her. Maybe he would say she deduced him deliberately.

Sophia frowned and repeatedly shook her head.

At work, Sophia found Hazel constantly looked at her. She frowned and whispered: "What's wrong?

What can I do for you?"

Hazel did not speak, only pointed to her collar. Sophia lowered her head and then she found that her

shirt’s button was wrong, and she blushed.

Sophia went to the bathroom to adjust it. Looking at her flushed face in the mirror, she picked up the

water to wash the face before returning to the office.

After work, the colleagues were gone. The vast room only left Sophia and Hazel. Thinking of her

embarrassment, Sophia blushed again: "Hazel, I ...... I..."

She wanted to say that she had buttoned it up by mistake when she was dressing, but her dress was

perfectly fine in the morning. Her dress had been buttoned up the wrong way during the one noon

break, and sure Hazel would have doubts.

Seeing that, Hazel held her hand and said: "Sophia, since you don't want to say, don't say."

Sophia was grateful.

Hazel smiled and changed the topic: "Sophia, my brother opened a barbecue branch shop today, do

you have time in the evening? Let’s go to his shop."

"Ok."