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"Is that so?" Sophie directly hooked onto Hurley's chin, boldly sitting on his lap, deliberately getting closer to him.
Her eyes sparkled brightly, and when the corners of her eyes slightly curved up, she looked even more like a fox up to some mischief.
Yet, Sophie was stunningly beautiful, captivating people's attention and souls.
Always poised and composed in any situation, but facing Sophie's approach, despite appearing calm on the surface, only Hurley knew that his heart was anything but calm.
The tightly wound nerves were slightly losing control, just like that night when, fully aware it was not permissible, yet still chose to disobey reason.
"Get off!" Hurley's voice was somewhat hoarse, and the storm brewing in his eyes gradually ignited.
"If you don't like me, that's certainly for the best. So, Mr. Hurley, when are you going to call off the engagement?"
"You want to call off the engagement that much?" Hurley's gaze darkened.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to?"
Hurley's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at Sophie.
Sophie wasn't wearing makeup; her skin was as tender as an eighteen-year-old girl's, requiring minimal adornment, exuding natural beauty.
As Sophie spoke, Hurley's gaze fell upon her lips. Those rosy lips seemed so soft. Hurley had experienced that sensation before, akin to an addictive poppy—knowing it's poisonous, yet possessing a deadly allure that's hard to resist.
"Sophie, if you call off the engagement with me, do you have a reason to marry into the Windsor family?"
"What does that have to do with the Windsor family?"
"Isn't it? Then what have you been doing at the Windsor family these days? Why is Henry treating you so well?"
"Why should I tell you? You're not someone important to me."
"So, this is just provocation, isn't it? Deliberately acting, and then every word is reminding me, urging me to give you a status, so that I have the authority to oversee everything you do?"
Sophie could swear to the heavens that she absolutely did not have such intentions.
"Also, my son was influenced by you, right? He even wants you to be his mommy, was that your idea too?"
Sophie, "?"
Jake wants to recognize her as his mommy. What about Matilda?
"Jake isn't Matilda's son?" Sophie was a huge question mark.
"Why should I tell you? What relation do you have to me?" Hurley returned Sophie's words verbatim.
"Fine, forget it then."
Anyway, Jake and her son are friends, so she'll just have her son ask later.
"How long do you plan to sit on my lap?" Hurley's voice remained cold and firm, but there was a hint of urgency in his breath.
Sophie thought of something else and smirked slyly, "Just a little while longer!"
After saying that, she took out her phone and then pressed it against Hurley's chest.
Her soft hair brushed against Hurley's chin and lips, leaving him momentarily unresponsive to this warm embrace, while Sophie had already taken two pictures.
"Sophie!" Hurley gritted his teeth, noticing what Sophie was doing.
Sophie paid no attention whatsoever. In fact, she daringly grabbed Hurley's hand, interlocking their fingers, and took another photo.
Placing Hurley's hand on her waist, she said, "Hold onto me!"
After taking several satisfying photos, Sophie finally put away her phone. "If Matilda causes trouble again next time, I'll send her these photos and drive her crazy!"
Hurley had a vein popping on his forehead. Sophie intended to withdraw, attempting to get off Hurley's lap. However, Hurley grabbed her waist.
"After using me, you plan to act like nothing happened?"
There was a flame hidden in Hurley's pupils, similar to what happened at the bar; Sophie provoked him and then fled.
"What do you want then?" Sophie asked.
Hurley replied, "You wanted to infuriate Matilda, right? Do you think these two photos are enough?"
"Otherwise, what else should I do? I don't want to make her angry to death."
Hurley took Sophie's phone, "It'll work this way."
With that, he used one hand to hold Sophie's head, his hot lips directly pressing onto hers. His other hand pressed the shutter button, capturing the moment of this kiss.
Her eyes sparkled brightly, and when the corners of her eyes slightly curved up, she looked even more like a fox up to some mischief.
Yet, Sophie was stunningly beautiful, captivating people's attention and souls.
Always poised and composed in any situation, but facing Sophie's approach, despite appearing calm on the surface, only Hurley knew that his heart was anything but calm.
The tightly wound nerves were slightly losing control, just like that night when, fully aware it was not permissible, yet still chose to disobey reason.
"Get off!" Hurley's voice was somewhat hoarse, and the storm brewing in his eyes gradually ignited.
"If you don't like me, that's certainly for the best. So, Mr. Hurley, when are you going to call off the engagement?"
"You want to call off the engagement that much?" Hurley's gaze darkened.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to?"
Hurley's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at Sophie.
Sophie wasn't wearing makeup; her skin was as tender as an eighteen-year-old girl's, requiring minimal adornment, exuding natural beauty.
As Sophie spoke, Hurley's gaze fell upon her lips. Those rosy lips seemed so soft. Hurley had experienced that sensation before, akin to an addictive poppy—knowing it's poisonous, yet possessing a deadly allure that's hard to resist.
"Sophie, if you call off the engagement with me, do you have a reason to marry into the Windsor family?"
"What does that have to do with the Windsor family?"
"Isn't it? Then what have you been doing at the Windsor family these days? Why is Henry treating you so well?"
"Why should I tell you? You're not someone important to me."
"So, this is just provocation, isn't it? Deliberately acting, and then every word is reminding me, urging me to give you a status, so that I have the authority to oversee everything you do?"
Sophie could swear to the heavens that she absolutely did not have such intentions.
"Also, my son was influenced by you, right? He even wants you to be his mommy, was that your idea too?"
Sophie, "?"
Jake wants to recognize her as his mommy. What about Matilda?
"Jake isn't Matilda's son?" Sophie was a huge question mark.
"Why should I tell you? What relation do you have to me?" Hurley returned Sophie's words verbatim.
"Fine, forget it then."
Anyway, Jake and her son are friends, so she'll just have her son ask later.
"How long do you plan to sit on my lap?" Hurley's voice remained cold and firm, but there was a hint of urgency in his breath.
Sophie thought of something else and smirked slyly, "Just a little while longer!"
After saying that, she took out her phone and then pressed it against Hurley's chest.
Her soft hair brushed against Hurley's chin and lips, leaving him momentarily unresponsive to this warm embrace, while Sophie had already taken two pictures.
"Sophie!" Hurley gritted his teeth, noticing what Sophie was doing.
Sophie paid no attention whatsoever. In fact, she daringly grabbed Hurley's hand, interlocking their fingers, and took another photo.
Placing Hurley's hand on her waist, she said, "Hold onto me!"
After taking several satisfying photos, Sophie finally put away her phone. "If Matilda causes trouble again next time, I'll send her these photos and drive her crazy!"
Hurley had a vein popping on his forehead. Sophie intended to withdraw, attempting to get off Hurley's lap. However, Hurley grabbed her waist.
"After using me, you plan to act like nothing happened?"
There was a flame hidden in Hurley's pupils, similar to what happened at the bar; Sophie provoked him and then fled.
"What do you want then?" Sophie asked.
Hurley replied, "You wanted to infuriate Matilda, right? Do you think these two photos are enough?"
"Otherwise, what else should I do? I don't want to make her angry to death."
Hurley took Sophie's phone, "It'll work this way."
With that, he used one hand to hold Sophie's head, his hot lips directly pressing onto hers. His other hand pressed the shutter button, capturing the moment of this kiss.
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