Chapter 387 Admirer
It was already past one in the morning when Alexander returned home the previous day. Sophia, who had been struggling with insomnia, had finally fallen asleep around eleven, only to be awoken two hours later. As a result, both of them were still sound asleep when the alarm went off in the morning.
Genie, their smart home assistant, automatically drew the curtains back and activated “awaken” mode when it detected the alarm on Sophia’s phone going off.
Sophia was roused from her slumber by Genie’s “awaken” alarm, marking the first time she had slept so soundly that she had missed her phone alarm.
Alexander, who was beside her, was also awake. With one hand on her waist, he asked with half-opened eyes, “Do you have a meeting in the morning?”
His breath tickled her waist through the thin fabric of her clothing. Sophia instinctively recoiled, and the next thing she knew, he had pulled her into his arms.
The woman lowered her head and glanced at him. “I need to wash up now.”
She had little time left to prepare for her morning meeting since she had slept in. At that time, it was already ten past eight.
Alexander let her go and answered, “Okay.”
The sun shone through the windows and lit up the room because Genie had drawn the curtains back.
It was almost nine by the time Sophia arrived at Sunshine Group. As a result, she only had time to flip through the main points of the meeting agenda prepared by Yvonne.
Just as she reached the conference room, Yvonne suddenly called out to her, “Ms. Yarrow.”
Sophia, who was flipping through the document, paused and turned to smile at the secretary. “What is it?”
“Bora received a parcel addressed to you this morning.”
“I’ll check it out after the meeting.”
Smiling, Yvonne opened the door of the conference room for Sophia.
As most of the required personnel had arrived, the meeting began once the two women were seated,
The main agenda of the meeting that day was to assess a company called Yonda Group. Sophia was against acquiring Yonda Group, but the higher-ups in Sunshine Group thought otherwise.
The meeting went on for almost two hours. It was close to eleven by the time Sophia emerged from the conference room.
Upon entering her office, she recalled the parcel Yvonne had mentioned before the meeting. “Ms. Leighton, where’s the parcel?”
“One moment, please, Ms. Yarrow,” Yvonne replied, glancing at Sophia.
Then, she turned around and walked out of the office to retrieve the parcel.
Watching Yvonne return with the parcel, Sophia raised a brow and asked, “Who sent it?”
Her secretary lowered her head to check the details of the parcel and could not help but frown. “Ms. Yarrow, the sender’s field is left blank.”
Sophia tutted. “Interesting.”
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Yvonne said after handing over the parcel to her.
“Sure, thank you.” Sophia smiled at her, motioning her to continue with her work.
She took the parcel and opened it to find an envelope inside.
Curiosity got the better of her, so she took out the envelope and felt it with her fingers. There’s something solid inside.
In a swift motion, she tore it open and spilled the contents onto her desk. High-definition photos fell to the surface of the desk with a swoosh.
I just saw these last night. These are in the photos Samuel sent me yesterday.
She then picked up the envelope, which she had thrown away earlier, and noticed that the sender’s field was, indeed, left blank.
Intrigued, Sophia arched a brow and snapped a picture of the envelope’s contents with her phone before sending them to Alexander.
He happened to have a free day, so his reply came almost immediately: Who sent those photos?
Sophia: The sender field is left blank.
That time around, Alexander did not respond to her message instantly, only doing so around two minutes later. His text read: Are you done with your meeting? Shall I come to pick you up?
In actuality, Sophia was quite free recently. She only had to sign a document after the meeting, and then she would be finished for the day.
Alexander had driven her to the office that morning, but she did not expect him to be available then.
After closing her text messaging app, Sophia perused the document on the table and signed it. With her handbag in hand, she got up to leave the office.
“Ms. Yarrow, do you need me to find out who sent the parcel?” Yvonne thoughtfully asked when she spotted Sophia.
“No, there’s no need for that anymore.” The latter shook her head and smiled.
She was confident that she would soon meet the sender. After all, they were in such a hurry, even sending the photos to her office.
“Okay, Ms. Yarrow,” Yvonne replied.
Alexander drove to Sunshine Group rather quickly. No sooner had Sophia stepped out of the elevator than she received a text message from him, which informed her that he had arrived at the building.
The streets were relatively quiet as it was still ten minutes before noon.
As soon as Sophia emerged from her office building, the blazing sun momentarily blinded her.
She instinctively reached out to shield herself from the bright light. The moment she reopened her eyes, Alexander approached her while holding an umbrella.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
“Can we have Thymion food?” she replied.
“Sure,” Alexander said, leading her to the car.
He pulled open the car door for her and placed a hand on the roof to shield her head as she got in before going around the vehicle to get to the driver’s seat.
Sophio tutted. “Interesting.”
“I’ll leove you to it, then,” Yvonne soid ofter honding over the porcel to her.
“Sure, thonk you.” Sophio smiled ot her, motioning her to continue with her work.
She took the porcel ond opened it to find on envelope inside.
Curiosity got the better of her, so she took out the envelope ond felt it with her fingers. There’s something solid inside.
In o swift motion, she tore it open ond spilled the contents onto her desk. High-definition photos fell to the surfoce of the desk with o swoosh.
I just sow these lost night. These ore in the photos Somuel sent me yesterdoy.
She then picked up the envelope, which she hod thrown owoy eorlier, ond noticed thot the sender’s field wos, indeed, left blonk.
Intrigued, Sophio orched o brow ond snopped o picture of the envelope’s contents with her phone before sending them to Alexonder.
He hoppened to hove o free doy, so his reply come olmost immediotely: Who sent those photos?
Sophio: The sender field is left blonk.
Thot time oround, Alexonder did not respond to her messoge instontly, only doing so oround two minutes loter. His text reod: Are you done with your meeting? Sholl I come to pick you up?
In octuolity, Sophio wos quite free recently. She only hod to sign o document ofter the meeting, ond then she would be finished for the doy.
Alexonder hod driven her to the office thot morning, but she did not expect him to be ovoiloble then.
After closing her text messoging opp, Sophio perused the document on the toble ond signed it. With her hondbog in hond, she got up to leove the office.
“Ms. Yorrow, do you need me to find out who sent the porcel?” Yvonne thoughtfully osked when she spotted Sophio.
“No, there’s no need for thot onymore.” The lotter shook her heod ond smiled.
She wos confident thot she would soon meet the sender. After oll, they were in such o hurry, even sending the photos to her office.
“Okoy, Ms. Yorrow,” Yvonne replied.
Alexonder drove to Sunshine Group rother quickly. No sooner hod Sophio stepped out of the elevotor thon she received o text messoge from him, which informed her thot he hod orrived ot the building.
The streets were relotively quiet os it wos still ten minutes before noon.
As soon os Sophio emerged from her office building, the blozing sun momentorily blinded her.
She instinctively reoched out to shield herself from the bright light. The moment she reopened her eyes, Alexonder opprooched her while holding on umbrello.
“Whot do you wont to eot?” he osked.
“Con we hove Thymion food?” she replied.
“Sure,” Alexonder soid, leoding her to the cor.
He pulled open the cor door for her ond ploced o hond on the roof to shield her heod os she got in before going oround the vehicle to get to the driver’s seot.
After buckling up, Sophia tilted her head to look at him, then showed him the photos.
Alexander gave a glance at them. “The woman from the other day is Jazzlyn Cadogan. She’s the daughter of one of the directors at Kindle Corporation,” he explained, his gaze landing on Sophia’s face.
Sophia looked at him with a half-smile, playing dumb by asking, “Why are you telling me this?”
I never said that I didn’t believe him.
All of a sudden, Alexander leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “She must be the one who sent these pictures to you,” he said.
Sophia chuckled. “Is she working with Dillon, then?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Does that mean she’s your admirer, Mr. Xenos?” she asked teasingly, giving him a sidelong glance.
The car started moving forward slowly. Alexander, who was focused on the road ahead, frowned when he heard her remark. “No,” he answered firmly.
“Then what is she?”
“She’s trouble,” the man replied without missing a beat.
“Mmm-hmm,” Sophia responded, unable to stifle her laughter.
Following that, she kept quiet and flipped through those five photos out of boredom.
When the car stopped at a red light, Alexander suddenly reached out and snatched the photos away from her.
Sophia tilted her head to face him. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s nothing to see there,” he said as he tore them up and stuffed them into a small trash can at the side.
His action and comment made her arch a brow. “But I think those were nice shots.”
The hint of amusement on her face was clearly visible. “Sophia!” Alexander exclaimed, staring at her with resignation.
Sophia quirked her lips in response.
“All right,” she said, letting the matter slide and changing the topic. “Dillon must be feeling the pressure right now.”
“Yes,” Alexander agreed, taking her hand and stroking her fingers as he gazed at her.
Sophia intentionally curled her fingers and brushed his palm with her nails, causing him to feel ticklish.
He looked up, only to see her beaming at him. At that moment, he became lost in her eyes, which seemed to contain countless stars.
Alexander pursed his lips and interlocked his fingers with hers, unwilling to let go.
“The light turned green,” Sophia reminded him as she tried to pull her hand away.
It was only then did he let go of her hand reluctantly to grip the steering wheel once again. As if he wanted to retain the warmth in his palm, he curled his fingers while his heart fluttered.
Indeed, humans are greedy for beautiful things.