Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 320: Chapter 320

"You... Haven't left yet?" Sophie saw the person sitting on the sofa over there.
Feeling that there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing at the moment, Sophie confidently stepped out and grabbed the hair dryer to start drying her hair.
Hurley's gaze intensified as he watched Sophie, the fire in his eyes growing more intense by the second.
Sophie's long hair, which resembled seaweed, made it difficult to ensure that every part was dried properly.
Realizing this, Hurley stood up and gently took the hair dryer from Sophie. "Let me help you," he offered.
Before Sophie could refuse his offer, Hurley had taken control of the dryer. His fingers deftly wove through her hair, making sure the hot air didn't hit her scalp directly.
Hurley's movements were deliberate and experienced as if he had done this before.
The gentle breeze from the dryer was soothing. Feeling a little tired, Sophie decided to let him continue without resistance.
"Mr. Walton, you are handling this quite skillfully. How many times have you dried someone's hair?" she asked playfully.
Hurley paused for a moment before answering, "Only once."
"Who did you do it to? Was it Matilda?" Sophie ventured a guess, unable to think of any other woman.
Hurley sensed a hint of jealousy in her, something that oddly pleased him.
"What would you do if I told you it was Matilda?" Hurley asked, his tone betraying a hint of curiosity.
If Hurley's answer was indeed Matilda, Sophie reasoned, then she had no reason to be upset or jealous.
"It's none of my business; I was just asking," Sophie added dismissively.
Her hair was still damp, and the fragrant scent of her shampoo, combined with the sweet aroma of her honey-milk body wash, enveloped her. Sophie's skin, flushed from the bath, made her look irresistibly alluring, like a delicious treat begging to be savored in one bite.
"Stop drying my hair!" Sophie's patience was wearing thin.
She didn't want Hurley's help; she was perfectly capable of doing it on her own. "Just give it back. Maybe you should go dry someone else's hair!"
Hurley put the dryer down and approached Sophie. "Why do I smell something here?" he asked.
"If you're having problems with your nose, maybe you should see a doctor!" Sophie replied in frustration.
"You're jealous," Hurley said calmly, his voice devoid of pretense.
Sophie scoffed, "Jealous? Of you? When you... Well..." Her words trailed off as Hurley silenced her with a kiss.
Between his lips, Sophie tasted the lingering sweetness of red wine, complemented by the freshness of mint from her recent tooth brushing. Hurley's fiery passion seemed to ignite something in her.
Hurley's self-control was beginning to fade. All that latent wildness was awakened as if he wanted to tear Sophie apart and crush her in his stomach.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the man near her, "Hurley! You ...."
However, Hurley's kiss was fierce and rough, his breaths were intertwined.
In fact, as soon as he got out of the car earlier that night, he had already wanted to do this.
In a fleeting moment of impulse, Hurley's typically impeccable self-control seemed to falter. With Sophie before him, his actions seemed to overtake his thoughts.
Sophie's essence was undeniably sweet. Beneath her vivacious exterior, there was a vulnerability that was especially evident when he looked into her eyes. Even when she was staring at him, they had a tantalizing allure.
At that moment, Hurley felt a deep, resonant desire for Sophie in every aspect - her presence, her heart, and all that she was.
"Hurley!" Sophie tried to resist, flailing her hands in an attempt to push Hurley away.
Undeterred, Hurley grabbed Sophie's wrists, his strength overwhelming hers. He gently pushed her back onto the sofa and deepened their kiss.
She had clearly shown some signs of jealousy earlier, leading Hurley to believe that her feelings for him were not entirely absent.