Chapter 390
Needless to say, Alexander called because of the matter about Jazzlyn.
After Jazzlyn had left the restaurant in a fit of pique, she grew increasingly irate on her way back to the
hotel. Snapping, she gave Alexander a call.
At the end of the day, she was best at sowing discord.
Hah! Sophia was calm and unruffled, no? I''ll just antagonize her through Alexander, then!
However, Alexander had long since blocked her, so she had no choice but to call Felix.
She did not say much, merely stating, “This is Jazzlyn here, Mr. Lane. I met up with Ms. Yarrow a while
ago, and I reckon she''s likely in a bad mood right now. Do tell Alexander to appease her.”
Her remark was pleasant-sounding, making it seem as though she was genuinely hoping Alexander
couldfort Sophia.
In truth, however, Jazzlyn knew all too well that all women were the same. Although Jazzlyn had
nothing to do with Alexander at present, Sophia would definitely be jealous and start panicking no
matter how calm she was as long as Jazzlyn misled her into believing that they had something to do
with each other.
Well, Alexander would certainly contact Sophia when my words reach his ears. And as long as he does
so, I would''ve aplished my goal. It hadn''t been long since I''d parted ways with Sophia. If he calls
her right away, she''d undoubtedly surmise that I contacted him if she''s no fool.
Regretfully, she was destined to be disappointed, for the first thing Alexander said was something she
would have never expected. “Do you need me to have Felix deal with her?”
At that, Sophia chuckled. Flicking her hand that held the fork, she fiddled with the utensil while drawling
nonchntly, “Deal with her how?”
“By ensuring that she doesn''t bother you anymore.”
Sophia arched a brow, recalling Jazzlyn''s words earlier. “Can you bring yourself to do so when Ms.
Cadogan likes you so much?”
Her tone wasnguid, but if one listened closely, one could still hear the mirth in her voice.
Any normal person would be able to tell that she was joking.
But at that very moment, Alexander was seemingly not quite normal. “I''ll have Felix contact Mr.
Cadogan.”
Sophia felt slightly awkward after hearing that, but an explicable sense of bliss pervaded her at how
protective Alexander was of her. “Okay.”
Getting rid of Ms. Cadogan is never my intention. It''s Alexander who misunderstood my meaning.
Alexander did not want to continue talking about Jazzlyn, so he changed the subject. “Are you busy this
afternoon?”
At that question, Sophia hummed softly. “Nope.”
“I see.”
It would seem that Alexander merely asked that for the sake of asking. After obtaining the answer, he
did not say anything further.
Sophia cast a nce at Yvonne''s te across from her. Hmm, if I don''t end this phone call soon, Ms.
Leighton is going to end up eating cold steak.
“I''m going to continue eating. Talk to youter.”
“Sure.”
After hanging up the phone, Sophia tilted her head and looked at Yvonne, who stood a stone''s throw
away after having “gone to the restroom.”
Noticing her gaze, Yvonne felt somewhat uneasy. She headed back to the table. “Ms. Yarrow.”
Sophia shed her a smile. “Hurry up and eat. Otherwise, it''ll be cold.”
Yvonne dared not look at her employer after her intentions were seen through. She sheepishly kept her
head lowered and slowly ate the steak on her te.
When they had finished eating lunch, they parted ways.
Sophia had little to do in the afternoon, so she did not want to return to Sunshine Group. She bought a
bouquet of flowers and went straight back to the mansion.
It had been a long time since there had been fresh flowers in the vases in the mansion. That day, she
specially brought home a huge bouquet of flowers.
The afternoon sun shone brightly. With the air-conditioning turned on in the house and soothing piano
music ying, Sophia sat on the carpet andnguidly arranged the flowers in the vases.
No sooner had Alexander walked down the stairs than he was greeted by the sight of her sitting cross-
legged on the carpet in a dark brown spaghetti strap dress, trimming the flowers with her head lowered.
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A near distance away, soothing and rxing piano music streamed out of the speakers. Sunlight shone
in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, stopping about half a meter away from her.
He was standing at thending, so he could only see her slightly low profile from that angle.
Her long hair was casually pulled back, leaving a few scattered strands by her ears. On the coffee table
was an unwrapped bouquet of yellow roses. The bouquet, which was mere inches away from her
cheek, rendered her skin as white as snow.
Out of the blue, he was reminded of a particr day half a year after they had gotten married. It was
about at this hour that he went back to the Xenos residence to retrieve a document. Hearing movement
on the balcony when he went upstairs to the third floor, he walked over unbidden, only to see Sophia
watering her sulents with a small watering can.
She seemed to love nts, for the few pots of sulents on their balcony on the third floor multiplied
and took up more than half the space there in the three years of their marriage. There were also a few
pots of roses and daffodils among them. The mixture of leaves and flowers made for an eye-catching
sight.
ording to the butler, she usually spent most of her time at the Xenos residence fiddling with her
flowers and sulents. She treasured them so much that when Thalia wanted to destroy her
sulents, she smashed the pot of uprooted sulents beside thetter''s feet on the spot, warning
her that it would hit her the next time she tried doing that.
Later, after their divorce, he discovered that the sulents on the balcony and some nts in the room
were gone. The space was restored to its initial bareness, but he could not shake off the feeling that
something was missing every time he walked past it recently.
Indeed, something is missing. The Xenos residencecks a mistress, and Ick a wife.
Corralling his thoughts, Alexander strolled over and leaned down, hugging her from behind. “How
fragrant.”
Sophia had sensed when the man approached her, but she did not expect him to bend down and hug
her the moment she nced over her shoulder.
He buried his head in her neck, his short hair prickling her. It both stung and itched slightly.
She tilted her head to the side. “Why are you here at this hour?”
Logically speaking, he should be pretty swamped these days. Putting aside the fact that Dillon is
making things difficult for him everywhere, Odyssey''s new projects in the second half of the year alone
are enough to keep him busy.
Alexander kept his head in her neck for a while before he straightened and sat down beside her.
Picking up a thorny rose at the side, he asked, “Didn''t you love cultivating nts on the balcony back
then? Why aren''t you doing so anymore?”
Instead of answering her, he put that question to her.
Sophia trimmed the yellow rose in her hand before inserting it into the vase beside her. Then, she took
some small white daisies from the side and interspersed them in the gaps.
When she finished arranging the flowers, she lifted her head and fixed her eyes on him. “It isn''t easy to
take care of nts.”
In the past, she was a free and easy mistress in the Xenos residence. She had plenty of time on her
hands every day and had nothing to do. That aside, her mother-inw and sister-inw loved picking
fault with her. Hoping to have fewer conflicts with them, she cultivated nts on the balcony to kill time.
Truth be told, she was not all that passionate about cultivating nts on the balcony. She merely did it
to pass the time besides finding herself in a much better mood after enjoying the view of the nts and
flowers.
Alexander understood her meaning. Bringing up the past would only affect their rtionship, so she
handed the flower in his hand to her and changed the subject. “What would you like to eat for dinner?”
Pausing briefly, he added, “I''ll cook.”