Chapter 387
It was already past one in the morning when Alexander returned home the previous day. Sophia, who
had been struggling with insomnia, had finally fallen asleep around eleven, only to be awoken two
hourster. As a result, both of them were still sound asleep when the rm went off in the morning.
Genie, their smart home assistant, automatically drew the curtains back and activated “awaken” mode
when it detected the rm on Sophia''s phone going off.
Sophia was roused from her slumber by Genie''s “awaken” rm, marking the first time she had slept
so soundly that she had missed her phone rm.
Alexander, who was beside her, was also awake. With one hand on her waist, he asked with half-
opened eyes, “Do you have a meeting in the morning?”
His breath tickled her waist through the thin fabric of her clothing. Sophia instinctively recoiled, and the
next thing she knew, he had pulled her into his arms.
The woman lowered her head and nced at him. “I need to wash up now.”
She had little time left to prepare for her morning meeting since she had slept in. At that time, it was
already ten past eight.
Alexander let her go and answered, “Okay.”
The sun shone through the windows and lit up the room because Genie had drawn the curtains back.
It was almost nine by the time Sophia arrived at Sunshine Group. As a result, she only had time to flip
through the main points of the meeting agenda prepared by Yvonne.
Just as she reached the conference room, Yvonne suddenly called out to her, “Ms. Yarrow.”
Sophia, who was flipping through the document, paused and turned to smile at the secretary. “What is
it?”
“Bora received a parcel addressed to you this morning.”
“I''ll check it out after the meeting.”
“Got it.”
Smiling, Yvonne opened the door of the conference room for Sophia.
As most of the required personnel had arrived, the meeting began once the two women were seated,
The main agenda of the meeting that day was to assess apany called Yonda Group. Sophia was
against acquiring Yonda Group, but the higher-ups in Sunshine Group thought otherwise.
The meeting went on for almost two hours. It was close to eleven by the time Sophia emerged from the
conference room.
Upon entering her office, she recalled the parcel Yvonne had mentioned before the meeting. “Ms.
Leighton, where''s the parcel?”
“One moment, please, Ms. Yarrow,” Yvonne replied, ncing at Sophia.
Then, she turned around and walked out of the office to retrieve the parcel.
Watching Yvonne return with the parcel, Sophia raised a brow and asked, “Who sent it?”
Her secretary lowered her head to check the details of the parcel and could not help but frown. “Ms.
Yarrow, the sender''s field is left nk.”
Sophia tutted. “Interesting.”
“I''ll leave you to it, then,” Yvonne said after handing over the parcel to her.
“Sure, thank you.” Sophia smiled at her, motioning her to continue with her work.
She took the parcel and opened it to find an envelope inside.
Curiosity got the better of her, so she took out the envelope and felt it with her fingers. There''s
something solid inside.
In a swift motion, she tore it open and spilled the contents onto her desk. High-definition photos fell to
the surface of the desk with a swoosh.
All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
I just saw thesest night. These are in the photos Samuel sent me yesterday.
She then picked up the envelope, which she had thrown away earlier, and noticed that the sender''s
field was, indeed, left nk.
Intrigued, Sophia arched a brow and snapped a picture of the envelope''s contents with her phone
before sending them to Alexander.
He happened to have a free day, so his reply came almost immediately: Who sent those photos?
Sophia: The sender field is left nk.
That time around, Alexander did not respond to her message instantly, only doing so around two
minutester. His text read: Are you done with your meeting? Shall Ie to pick you up?
In actuality, Sophia was quite free recently. She only had to sign a document after the meeting, and
then she would be finished for the day.
Alexander had driven her to the office that morning, but she did not expect him to be avable then.
Sophia: Okay.
After closing her text messaging app, Sophia perused the document on the table and signed it. With
her handbag in hand, she got up to leave the office.
“Ms. Yarrow, do you need me to find out who sent the parcel?” Yvonne thoughtfully asked when she
spotted Sophia.
“No, there''s no need for that anymore.” Thetter shook her head and smiled.
She was confident that she would soon meet the sender. After all, they were in such a hurry, even
sending the photos to her office.
“Okay, Ms. Yarrow,” Yvonne replied.
Alexander drove to Sunshine Group rather quickly. No sooner had Sophia stepped out of the elevator
than she received a text message from him, which informed her that he had arrived at the building.
The streets were rtively quiet as it was still ten minutes before noon.
As soon as Sophia emerged from her office building, the zing sun momentarily blinded her.
She instinctively reached out to shield herself from the bright light. The moment she reopened her
eyes, Alexander approached her while holding an umbre.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
“Can we have Thymion food?” she replied.
“Sure,” Alexander said, leading her to the car.
He pulled open the car door for her and ced a hand on the roof to shield her head as she got in
before going around the vehicle to get to the driver''s seat.
After buckling up, Sophia tilted her head to look at him, then showed him the photos.
Alexander gave a nce at them. “The woman from the other day is Jazzlyn Cadogan. She''s the
daughter of one of the directors at Kindle Corporation,” he exined, his gazending on Sophia''s
face.
Sophia looked at him with a half-smile, ying dumb by asking, “Why are you telling me this?”
I never said that I didn''t believe him.
All of a sudden, Alexander leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “She must be the one
who sent these pictures to you,” he said.
Sophia chuckled. “Is she working with Dillon, then?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Does that mean she''s your admirer, Mr. Xenos?” she asked teasingly, giving him a sidelong nce.
The car started moving forward slowly. Alexander, who was focused on the road ahead, frowned when
he heard her remark. “No,” he answered firmly.
“Then what is she?”
“She''s trouble,” the man replied without missing a beat.
“Mmm-hmm,” Sophia responded, unable to stifle herughter.
Following that, she kept quiet and flipped through those five photos out of boredom.
When the car stopped at a red light, Alexander suddenly reached out and snatched the photos away
from her.
Sophia tilted her head to face him. “What''s wrong?”
“There''s nothing to see there,” he said as he tore them up and stuffed them into a small trash can at the
side.
His action andment made her arch a brow. “But I think those were nice shots.”
The hint of amusement on her face was clearly visible. “Sophia!” Alexander eximed, staring at her
with resignation.
Sophia quirked her lips in response.
“All right,” she said, letting the matter slide and changing the topic. “Dillon must be feeling the pressure
right now.”
“Yes,” Alexander agreed, taking her hand and stroking her fingers as he gazed at her.
Sophia intentionally curled her fingers and brushed his palm with her nails, causing him to feel ticklish.
He looked up, only to see her beaming at him. At that moment, he became lost in her eyes, which
seemed to contain countless stars.
Alexander pursed his lips and interlocked his fingers with hers, unwilling to let go.
“The light turned green,” Sophia reminded him as she tried to pull her hand away.
“Okay.”
It was only then did he let go of her hand reluctantly to grip the steering wheel once again. As if he
wanted to retain the warmth in his palm, he curled his fingers while his heart fluttered.
Indeed, humans are greedy for beautiful things.