His Dangerous Love

Chapter 96 The Hidden Story

Chapter 96 The Hidden Story

Midnight at Twelve

Sophia heard a noise by the window.

A figure with muscular arms somersaulted inside, leaning on the window ledge.

Ignoring the intruder, Sophia focused on painting her toenails. "You're late," she remarked.

"The security is tight," the man's voice remained calm.

"Kneel!" Sophia ordered.

Her pleasant demeanor was replaced by a humiliating command.

Without hesitation, John dropped to his knees.

Sophia stepped on his chest and demanded, "Be careful."

Silently, John took the bottle of nail polish, displaying his skillful technique.

It was clear that he had done such tasks before.

Sophia reclined on the bed, paying no attention to the fact that her skirt had ridden up.

She stared at the ceiling lights and asked, "Don't you find Elianna familiar?"

"I didn't notice," John replied concisely.

Sophia was displeased and kicked his chest with her empty foot.

However, his chest remained firm. It only hurt Sophia herself.

Frustrated, she flipped over and slapped him hard.

"So what were you paying attention to?" she demanded.

"You," John replied, meeting her angry gaze as he stared at her red palm.

He remained on his knees, unmoving.

There was a moment of silence, broken by Sophia's sudden laughter.

Her foot slid down and stomped down fiercely.

John winced, a mixture of pain and an unexpected thrill coursing through him.

His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed up at Sophia.

Sophia sneered, "Does this excite you?"

John didn't answer; he simply continued to stare at her, his obsession unyielding.

She waved her hand dismissively. "I was tired, but you may attend to my foot."

John's throat tightened as he swallowed hard, responding with a grateful, "Thank you, Miss."

As he gently held her delicate ankle and began to attend to it, Sophia almost lost her balance, nearly falling off the bed.

"Be more careful!" she snapped.

"I apologize, Miss," John muttered, feeling the intensity of her glare.

While he cleaned her red and swollen foot, Sophia looked down at him condescendingly. "Go and investigate. I think that I've encountered Elianna abroad."

"Yes, Miss," John acknowledged.

...

Late at night

Elianna found herself unable to sleep.

The moonlight cast a pale glow upon her face, accentuating her delicate features.

How could she ever find justice for her father and reclaim the life she once knew?

Perhaps she should seek Neil's counsel once more next time.

She had every right to uncover the hidden truth in that year.

How could she seek justice for her father and return to her previous life?

Next time she goes to the other courtyard, she should ask her brother again.

She had the right to know what really happened back then.

Elianna didn't know when she fell asleep. She was awakened by a loud knocking on the door.

"Elianna! It's so late! Do you expect me to make breakfast for you?" Asher's voice echoed through the door, filled with annoyance.

Upon hearing Asher's voice, Elianna remembered that he had suddenly come back last night and slept in the master bedroom.

And now what he was doing?

Ignoring his shouts outside, Elianna leisurely washed up and applied her makeup before finally emerging from her room.

In the downstairs living room, Asher had a stern expression.

Elianna anticipated another scolding, but to her surprise, he restrained his anger and said, "Hurry up!"

"Where are we going?" Elianna asked.

"Come with me to Eclipse!" Asher replied.

Go to help Jefferson?

Elianna was confused.

Asher had graduated from business school, so he could be of some use. But why would he ask her to help?

Or was it Jefferson who had requested her presence?

The more she thought about it, the stranger it felt. "Who asked me to go?"

But Asher just pulled her along. "Let's go. We'll talk on the way."