Chapter 1114


    Michael let his armor down the moment Carmen told him sweetly, “Here, Daddy, I’ll blow on the mosquito


    bites for you.” He had nned to sneak out at midnight so that he could secretly return all her newfound


    pets to their rightful owners, but he was so moved by his daughter’s warm gestures that he found himself


    relenting instead.


    Michael certainly had not expected Carmen to bring amb into the courtyard while he was doing the


    dishes.


    “Daddy, can I—”


    Michael faltered and screamed inwardly, No, you can’t. You can’t!


    He quickly began to dissuade her but s, his painstaking attempt to do so had convinced Carmen


    that she wanted twombs instead.


    Once again, Michael was at a loss for words.


    By the end of the day, two babymbs were added to Carmen’s collection of farm animals and Michael


    let out a dry sob as he heard thembs bleating in the yard.


    But the moment he turned to see his little girl snuggled up against him, he felt all his resentment and


    frustration dissipate into nothing.


    It had been a long day. Flipping over, Michael pulled his sweetheart into his arms and fell asleep shortly


    after.


    At midnight, a few people showed up outside of Michael’s house.


    “Alright; Dan has already led the guards away. Wait for me here. I’ll be back before you know it!” Sophia


    instructed quietly as she went over to where Dimon and the others were standing. There was arge bag


    slung over her shoulder.


    Dimon watched as she dashed over to the courtyard, looking clumsy with the heavy bag in tow.


    Sophia had scoped out thendscape during the day and had taken note of the camera that was


    positioned by the front entrance. She avoided it and headed over to a hidden part of the courtyard, where


    she knew the dog hole would be.


    When she came upon this dog hole during her stake out earlier that day, Sophia had made sure that she


    would be able to squeeze through it without being captured by the camera.


    Dimon watched as Sophia found the hole and crawled through it. Once she had managed that, she


    reached out an arm and said, “Dimon, give me the bag.”


    Cringing, he handed the bag over to her.


    He thought about how Cooper’s actions had forced Michael into crawling through a dog hole once upon


    a time.


    How the tables had turned since, seeing as Sophia was now doing the exact same thing.


    After she had infiltrated the courtyard, Sophia slung the bag over her shoulder and sneaked into the


    kitchen.


    She had observed that the camera in the kitchen would be switched off during the night, but the same


    would not apply to the one in the courtyard. She carefully navigated her way around thetter and made


    her way toward the kitchen, thereafter locating the cer in which Michael stored the food.


    The temperature in the vige was cool by nightfall and instead of using refrigerators, the vigers would


    store their food in a little cer built into the ground.


    Sophia shone her torchlight down at the meager supply that had been stored into the cer. There was


    nothing left but a quarter of a lotus root, a couple of eggs, tomatoes, and a lonely cob of corn; the melons


    were gone and Carmen had fed the piglet whatever was left of the vegetables.


    Hmm… Michael cooked that corn… I’ll take it!


    Sophia munched on the cob of corn as she ced her torchlight down on the floor next to her. She made


    sure that it still cast its light into the cer while she rummaged through her bag and began to gingerly


    stock up the food in the cer.


    She brought tomatoes, eggs, strips of pork belly and potatoes—all of which she deemed as essential


    food items. She had also brought lollipops, jellies, choctes, a packet of cigarettes and chewing gum.


    Then, she lowered a sealed pack of ready-made chicken drumsticks and pig trotters into the cer before


    finally putting in the fruits, which included grapes, peaches and pears.


    Sophia had picked the fruits after sunset so they would be fresh enough for consumption tomorrow


    morning.


    The massive bag that had been filled with food items was now deted as Sophia emptied its contents


    into the cer. As she did so, she felt relieved knowing that Michael and Carmen wouldn’t starve


    tomorrow.


    She was so distracted with her own task that she hadn’t even noticed when, at some point, a figure


    appeared behind her. He stayed hidden in the shadows as he watched her every move.


    Sophia remained unaware as she happily piled junk food into the cer.


    Michael kept quiet as he watched her stock up the cer, which was already running out of space.


    Finally, sheid a packet of pig feed on top of the stockpile. Upon seeing that, Michael was utterly


    speechless.


    Sophia looked small as she crouched by the cer. She was a study in enigma, like a rare flower whose


    heady perfume aroused Michael in the dead of the night.


    A sense of urgency seized him and there was a deep hunger within him that he could no longer keep at


    bay.


    At that moment, he could feel the blood coursing through his body in heated passion and he only had


    one thing on his mind—to ravish her with love.


    Impatient and testosterone-driven, Michael grabbed Sophia and pinned her against the stove.


    Sophia had been shaking her empty bag when someone suddenly swept her up and pinned himself


    against her. Arge pair of hands sped over her small ones.


    “Shh,” Michael whispered softly into her ear, his breath stirring her hair in a familiar sensation.


    Sophia rxed upon realizing that it was Michael.


    “Hubby—” she called out gently, reaching her arms around his broad shoulders.


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    With her stature, she could only cling onto Michael by reaching around his torso and cing her hands


    on his shoulders.


    Michael made a sound in the back of his throat before he hungrily kissed her cheeks and earlobes.


    Sophia could feel her body giving in to his kisses as she melted into the strength of his arms.


    Michael’s hand reached out, feeling for the stove. He had removed all the firewood after cooking and the


    heat of the stove had since died down, so he knew it wouldn’t scorch Sophia if she were to sit on it.


    He lifted Sophia and lowered her onto the stove, then gently pushed her skirt upward as he brushed his


    hands along her thighs.


    Sophia could feel the sheen of perspiration that covered his back as her grip tightened on his shoulders.


    He’d just showered and the faint, pleasant scent of his shower gel still lingered on his skin.


    She wanted so badly to leave a mark on his neck but she thought better of it; the film crew would have a


    field day if the mark showed up on camera tomorrow!


    …


    When everything was over, Sophia pulled on her clothes. Since Michael hade out of his room


    wearing only a pair of shorts earlier on, he was dressed rtively quickly. Presently, he turned on the


    kitchen light before going over to the stove where there was a big pot of water. cing a steam rack into


    the pot as the water began to boil, he efficiently warmed up a couple of eggs, two cobs of corn, and a


    fewrge potatoes.


    “Have some food. You must be hungry,” Michael said softly, looking at Sophia with a gentle expression.


    With all that she had done today, from running around with the crew to gathering fruits and potatoes,


    Sophia had to be famished by now.


    Her stomach grumbled but she held back nheless as she ate two potatoes and a cob of corn, saving


    the eggs for Michael and Carmen.


    Seeing her scarf down her food like this broke Michael’s heart.


    He and Carmen might be the ones starring on the reality show, but Sophia was the one who was truly


    worn out by the end of it all.


    Michael cleaned up the kitchen after Sophia had finished her food, but it didn’t take long before he picked


    her up and settled her onto the stove again. Pulling down his pants, he teased in a low voice, “I don’t


    think you’re full—not just yet. Don’t worry, you can go after you’re done with this meal.”


    …


    Despite what Sophia had said earlier, it had taken two hours before she finally crawled back through the


    dog hole.


    The bag she had brought along with her was empty.


    “So much for being quick,” Dimon grumbled as he killed yet another mosquito, then left quietly.


    The next day, Michael woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated. The crew was arriving and the drones


    were taking flight. At daybreak, he woke Carmen up and got her ready to start their father-daughter


    missions for the day.


    Michael stepped out of his courtyard thinking that he had already satisfied Sophiast night and he was


    sure that she would have gone home today. However, as he looked up, he saw her standing by the


    entrance, disguised as a viger as she peeked at them.