Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 342

Alexander's ebony eyes darkened a shade. “Don't tease me here, Precious.”

Sophia was blushing in the first place, and her face flamed hotter when she heard that.

She struggled to get off his back, but he was holding her too tightly. Raising her hands, she wiggled. “I want to get off.”

“Hold onto me tightly, Sophia.”

As Alexander said that, he exerted strength and shifted her to his front without warning.

With her arms around his neck, Sophia lifted her head and stared into his eyes. “Aren't you letting me down?”

Alexander's eyes flickered. Clasping the back of her head, he lowered his head and captured her lips.

Compared to her kiss earlier, that kiss was so scorching that it could set one on fire.

When it ended, both of them fell back onto the mat, panting slightly.

Sophia's eyes were closed lightly as Alexander's rapid heartbeat sounded in her ear.

The boxing room suddenly fell silent, neither of them saying a word.

About two or three minutes passed before Alexander sat up and turned to her. “Do you want to continue?”

In response, Sophia snorted. “Of course!”

By the time they left the boxing gym, the sky had already started growing dim.

It was a little over six o'clock in the evening then. The sky was setting over the horizon, painting a lovely glow over the city.

At the sight of the stunning scenery in front of the windshield, Sophia couldn't help turning sideways and casting a look at Alexander. “Today's sunset is amazingly beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Alexander murmured, his thin lips curving a fraction upward.

When they returned home after dinner, it was already past eight o'clock. Sophia went back to the room and took a shower. Only when she was feeling refreshed did she turn on the computer and scan through the emails Yvonne sent her in the afternoon.

“You've got a call, Sophia.”

Alexander walked in with her phone in hand. Seeing that, Sophia arched a brow. “Thank you.”

She took the phone from him, a smile blooming on her face when she glimpsed the caller ID. “Hello, Lukas?”

“Have you had dinner?”

“Yeah.”

On the other end of the phone, Lukas grunted in acknowledgment. “Grandpa asks you whether you need an evening gown.”

Sophia was touched to hear that. “No, it's okay. I've already had someone prepare an evening gown.”

“All right.”

Pausing for a moment, Lukas asked, “Are you really not planning to come over to Doveston anymore?”

As a matter of fact, Perrin had also put the same question to Sophia not long ago. Sophia's answer was that her entire life was there. Besides, Lukas was in politics, and it wasn't entirely a good thing for her to go to Doveston.

Hmm, he's probably asking me this again because of the matter with Alexander.

“No, Lukas.”

“If it's because of me, you don't need to overthink it.”

“It's not wholly because of you, Lukas. Actually, I do have some sentimental attachment to Jadeborough.”

Upon hearing that, Lukas went silent for a moment. Sometime later, he changed the subject and asked, “Does Alexander have any plan regarding that matter?”

“Kristen's claim might not necessarily be credible, Lukas.”

Lukas was a smart man, so he promptly understood Sophia's meaning. “Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Sophia directed her gaze at Alexander, who was a near distance away. Placing her hands on the desk, she propped them under her chin. “What book are you reading?”

Alexander showed her the book cover. When Sophia saw the title of the book, she hummed in approval. “This book is quite good.”

However, Alexander put the book down no sooner had she said that and walked over to her. He stared down at her intently. “But I feel that you're better, Precious.”

A faint shade of scarlet stained Sophia's face. “Why are you growing increasingly fond of saying such things?”

As Alexander gazed at her slightly flushed cheeks, his eyes darkened, and he changed the subject. “Have you finished your work?”

“Yeah, I'm done.”

In truth, Sophia hadn't much work to do. It was just that Yvonne sent her two emails. They weren't urgent, merely related to the meeting on Monday. She happened to be free, so she looked them over.

“So, we can go to bed now?”

Sophia turned off the computer. “Yeah.”

Just as she had gotten to her feet, Alexander scooped her up. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

On reflex, Sophia hooked her arms around his neck. Her lips curved into a smirk as she looked into his eyes. “What are you doing, Mr. Xenos?”

Alexander merely remained silent. Carrying her into the bedroom, he placed her on the bed before leaning down and pecking her on the cheek. “Kissing you.”

After he had said that, he kissed her on the lips before traveling down to her chin.

Ticklish, Sophia lifted her hand and nudged his shoulder lightly. “It tickles.”

Alexander pinned his eyes on her. “Where does it tickle?”

His voice was deep and hoarse as he said that. Sophia felt as though a feather had brushed across her heart, tickling her even further.

She turned her head away. “The spots you're kissing.”

“Even here?”

Lifting a hand, Alexander pointed at her lips. Without waiting for her reply, he dipped his head and captured them.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, seemingly complementing the infinitely romantic atmosphere in the room.

When Sophia woke up the next day, it was already past eight o'clock.

Having gone to the racetrack and raced a few rounds on horseback and going to the boxing gym before being put through the wringer by Alexander last night, she was inevitably sore all over when she roused that morning though her physical fitness was great.

“Genie, open the curtains.”

As the sunlight slowly streamed in, she propped herself against the bed and sat up. Then, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, she headed downstairs. Before she reached the second floor, she smelled the fragrant aroma of oatmeal from the kitchen.

Quirking a brow, Sophia strolled over to the kitchen door. Right then, Alexander was frying eggs, wearing the pink apron she bought around his waist.

The sunlight hit him on the face. As Sophia gazed at him, it was as though she had gone back to the time when she was fifteen. Her heart started racing.

She stood at the door for so long that Alexander sensed her gaze. He glanced back over his shoulder at her. “You're awake?”

“Yeah,” Sophia replied before walking in.

As soon as she reached Alexander's side, the latter dipped his head and kissed her on the forehead.

Lifting her hand, she touched the spot he kissed, her lips turning up a fraction. “What oatmeal are you making?”

“Blueberry oatmeal,” Alexander answered.

Subsequently, he added, “It's already done, so go out and have a seat.”

Despite his words, Sophia wasn't that shameless to merely sit around and wait to be fed after waking up so late.

Moreover, when two people were in a relationship, it wasn't right to have only one of them make sacrifices alone. But then, she hadn't much talent when it came to cooking.

While she might not be able to help with that, she could still wash the dishes.

“I'll wash the dishes.”

“I'll do it.”

Snorting, Sophia had already taken out two bowls from the disinfection cabinet.

Alexander eyed her for a moment but said nothing.

On a rest day, even the sunlight made one feel lazy.

The sunlight at nine o'clock wasn't overly hot. Streaming in through the massive floor-to-ceiling

windows in the living room, it illuminated the entire space.

Sophia took the bowl of oatmeal Alexander scooped for her. “Thank you.”

Alexander's brows twitched. When he saw her upturned lips, he likewise smiled in a rare moment.

Neither of them spoke, both leisurely enjoying the freshly cooked breakfast. Nonetheless, an indescribable sense of romance and bliss hung in the entire dining room.