Chapter 27


    The aphrodisiac was strong, and Sophia wondered what the perpetrator wanted from him when that


    person did this. Halfway through, she winced at him. “That should be it, John. The aphrodisiac should


    be dying down now.”


    John regained some of hisposure, so he snorted. Sophia could hear his breathing, for he was right


    beside her. “Don’t you love this?” he said hoarsely. John wouldn’t say that, usually, but the aphrodisiac


    worked too well.


    Sophia closed her eyes and let herself go. “Oh, of course I love it. I want it that way.”


    John paused, and Sophia knew her luscious voice lit his mes. Well, he can’t be angry, since he


    doesn’t have the right to. Not when he forced himself on me.


    A momentter, Sophia heard someone twisting the doorknob. “What are you doing locking the door,


    Sophia? Come out right now! I can’t find Boss!” Sophia pursed her lips and patted John’s shoulder,


    then he stopped, responding to the request.


    Sophia tried to catch her breath before replying, “He’s with me.” She tried to sound normal, but Zack


    kept quiet for a long while. Closing her eyes, Sophia thought whether she should exin.


    Then, Zack said, “Oh, um, carry on, then.” He sounded awkward, and Sophia covered her face.


    John waited for a moment, then Zack left. Panting, Sophia asked, “Don’t you feel embarrassed, Mr.


    Constance?”


    John smiled and kissed her. “No.”


    He’s shameless! She didn’t know what to say. It was merry outside, and since this room wasn’t


    soundproof, she could hear the sounds of heels andughter from outside. “Can you tone it down?”


    She thumped his shoulder.


    Instead of answering, he asked, “Why are you here?” He was trying to find somewhere to cool down


    alone, or until Zack found him, but aftering into this room, he saw her.


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    Why am I here? Sophia’s mind was muddled with answers, so she paused for a moment. “Maybe it’s


    because I don’t like her.” The woman beside John back then looked worse than her, and she must be


    poorer too. How dare she look down on me and scoff after that disdainful look of hers?


    Even though she knew that John would marry someone else sooner orter after the divorce, she


    hated it. She just hated that kind of woman standing beside him.


    Even if he wasn’t hers, that woman shouldn’t be his next partner. She came here on this day to trip


    them up, especially that woman.


    John grunted, and he didn’t ask what she meant. As Sophia stared at the ceiling, she thought that she


    was being childish. She slowly closed her eyes, and another question popped up. “John, were you


    drugged that night too?”


    John didn’t hide it. “Yes.”


    God f*cking d*mn it. Sophia wanted to curse. Why is it every time he has sex with me, he’s drugged?


    Even though Sophia was f*cked now, she wasn’t going to admit it. “Thank me then. If not because of


    me, you would have been sleeping with a random woman,” she said after a cold snort.