Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 321: Chapter 321
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Sophie's long hair cascaded over the sofa, and the wide neckline of her nightgown revealed her slender, white shoulders. Her graceful neck is tilted just like a classic painting.
The allure of adult beauty lies in its forbidden nature, and Sophie embodied that delicate allure like a rose with its thorns.
The lingering scent of Sophie's milk was intoxicating. Knowing that she was like a rose with thorns, Hurley was still irresistibly drawn to her.
"It wasn't me, Matilda," Hurley started to say, but before Sophie could speak, Hurley interjected, "It was Anabel.
Hurley should thank his daughter for saving his life.
Sophie quickly got the implication - Anabel was the one whose hair Hurley had dried earlier.
"Sometimes, when Anabel finished her bath, I was the one who blew her hair dry," Hurley explained, explaining his skillful drying.
At first, Sophie had thought she didn't care who Hurley had helped in this way. But when she learned that it was Anabel, her previous annoyance vanished, replaced by an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction.
A subtle smile graced her lips, and she even forgot to reprimand Hurley for his daring kiss.
Seizing the moment, Hurley leaned down to gently peck the corner of Sophie's mouth and whispered, "So don't be mad.
His soft, soothing tone was reminiscent of a lover soothing his beloved.
Blushing deeply, Sophie looked into Hurley's tender eyes. To an outsider, it might seem as if he didn't care about her. But Sophie knew better - such a conclusion was impossible.
"Hurley, just go!" she cried, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
Looking at Sophie's puffed-up expression, Hurley knew that this place was no place for him to spend the night, and Sophie was beginning to get annoyed with him.
Hurley knew that he would probably have to face consequences for his audacity.
"I'll take my leave now. I'll have someone bring Damon back in the morning," Hurley said, trying to ease the tension. "And save the rest of the wine for my next visit."
Sophie was about to reply about his intention to come back when Hurley had already left very sensibly.
Left alone, Sophie sat on the sofa, her scalp still warm from where Hurley had touched it.
She bit her own lips, savoring the lingering sensation of the sweetness of red wine between her lips and teeth.
There was an unfinished glass of wine next to her, adding to her complex emotions.
In a fit of frustration, she picked up the wine glass and downed its contents in one swift motion.
It was only after she had finished the wine that Sophie realized it was the wine Hurley had been drinking.
She could clearly feel that in her heart, Hurley was still different from the others.
Despite her animosity towards Hurley, she didn't feel repulsed by him in the same way as she had with Adrian and the others who had tried to mistreat her.
Although Hurley's act of kissing her without consent was essentially no different than Adrian and the others, there was something about Hurley that made him different.
Maybe it was his deep-set eyes, or maybe it was his handsome face, or maybe it was the fact that her feelings for him had once run deep.
Like a seed that had been buried for a long time and now bloomed, it wasn't as easy to get rid of Hurley as it seemed.
Even if you could cut it from the surface, its roots were deep and firm, firmly anchored in her heart.
Sophie clutched her chest and reminded herself not to be swayed by Hurley. She and Matilda were cautionary tales in that regard. Even though Matilda's downfall was entirely of her own making, it served as a grim reminder of the potential consequences.
The allure of adult beauty lies in its forbidden nature, and Sophie embodied that delicate allure like a rose with its thorns.
The lingering scent of Sophie's milk was intoxicating. Knowing that she was like a rose with thorns, Hurley was still irresistibly drawn to her.
"It wasn't me, Matilda," Hurley started to say, but before Sophie could speak, Hurley interjected, "It was Anabel.
Hurley should thank his daughter for saving his life.
Sophie quickly got the implication - Anabel was the one whose hair Hurley had dried earlier.
"Sometimes, when Anabel finished her bath, I was the one who blew her hair dry," Hurley explained, explaining his skillful drying.
At first, Sophie had thought she didn't care who Hurley had helped in this way. But when she learned that it was Anabel, her previous annoyance vanished, replaced by an inexplicable feeling of satisfaction.
A subtle smile graced her lips, and she even forgot to reprimand Hurley for his daring kiss.
Seizing the moment, Hurley leaned down to gently peck the corner of Sophie's mouth and whispered, "So don't be mad.
His soft, soothing tone was reminiscent of a lover soothing his beloved.
Blushing deeply, Sophie looked into Hurley's tender eyes. To an outsider, it might seem as if he didn't care about her. But Sophie knew better - such a conclusion was impossible.
"Hurley, just go!" she cried, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
Looking at Sophie's puffed-up expression, Hurley knew that this place was no place for him to spend the night, and Sophie was beginning to get annoyed with him.
Hurley knew that he would probably have to face consequences for his audacity.
"I'll take my leave now. I'll have someone bring Damon back in the morning," Hurley said, trying to ease the tension. "And save the rest of the wine for my next visit."
Sophie was about to reply about his intention to come back when Hurley had already left very sensibly.
Left alone, Sophie sat on the sofa, her scalp still warm from where Hurley had touched it.
She bit her own lips, savoring the lingering sensation of the sweetness of red wine between her lips and teeth.
There was an unfinished glass of wine next to her, adding to her complex emotions.
In a fit of frustration, she picked up the wine glass and downed its contents in one swift motion.
It was only after she had finished the wine that Sophie realized it was the wine Hurley had been drinking.
She could clearly feel that in her heart, Hurley was still different from the others.
Despite her animosity towards Hurley, she didn't feel repulsed by him in the same way as she had with Adrian and the others who had tried to mistreat her.
Although Hurley's act of kissing her without consent was essentially no different than Adrian and the others, there was something about Hurley that made him different.
Maybe it was his deep-set eyes, or maybe it was his handsome face, or maybe it was the fact that her feelings for him had once run deep.
Like a seed that had been buried for a long time and now bloomed, it wasn't as easy to get rid of Hurley as it seemed.
Even if you could cut it from the surface, its roots were deep and firm, firmly anchored in her heart.
Sophie clutched her chest and reminded herself not to be swayed by Hurley. She and Matilda were cautionary tales in that regard. Even though Matilda's downfall was entirely of her own making, it served as a grim reminder of the potential consequences.
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