Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 I Want To Marry You

At Alexander's offer, Sophia inexorably quirked a brow. “I want to eat a few specialty dishes.”

In response, Alexander nodded. “Sure. What dishes would you like to eat? I'll have someone deliver the ingredients over.”

Without holding back, Sophia named the few local specialty dishes she had been craving.

None were easy, but she was not worried he would have difficulty producing them since he was far more talented in cooking than her.

After inserting the final stalk of rose into the vase, she rolled up the newspaper before her that was containing the excess she had trimmed from the flowers and tossed it into the trash can. She handed two vases to Alexander and had him place them in the study and bedroom, respectively.

Watching as Alexander came back down from upstairs, Sophia asked him with a smile, “Do you want some water?”

Alexander said nothing. He merely walked over and lifted the bottom of the cup she was using before dipping his head and drinking from her cup.

Seeing that, Sophia giggled. “You've got your own cup.”

Why is it that he always like to use mine?

“Yeah,” Alexander concurred evenly.

It was evident that he had heard her, but he had no intention of changing that habit of his.

When he was done drinking, he lifted his head and looked at her.

The sunlight was streaming through behind Sophia. Under its illumination, she gazed at him with her eyes dancing in delight and a beam on her face. Alexander recalled the day she walked toward him in a wedding gown four years ago, and his heart skipped a beat. “Sophia.”

Sophia held her gaze as he called her name. “Hmm?”

His ebony eyes flickering, Alexander reached out and took the cup from her hand, placing it on the dining table behind her. “Nothing. I merely feel like kissing you.”

That was not a question but a statement. Just as Sophia parted her lips, the man's thin and cool lips had already captured hers.

With her eyes opened, she regarded him smilingly. In the same manner, Alexander's ebony eyes stared back at her. Fiery desire blazed within them. His intent gaze on her inexplicably had her start growing hot and bothered.

She could not help closing her eyes and lifting her hands to wrap them around his waist.

It was exceedingly quiet in the mansion until Alexander carried her up, and her leg accidentally knocked into the cup placed on the table earlier.

The porcelain cup toppled on the table, upon which a crisp clang split the air.

Clear-headed and embarrassed, Sophia instinctively curled her toes.

When her gaze met Alexander's dark eyes, her heart raced.

In the next second, the man had carried her to the second floor.

It was still hot during early September, so much so that one would inevitably sweat after going out. That occurred to Sophia while she was in the grips of passion. Just when she was about to mention it, Alexander had already carried her into the bathroom.

“Shall we take a shower?”

He placed her on the basin. His voice was deep and hoarse to the point of being gravelly, yet it was incredibly alluring.

Merely casting him a look, Sophia leaned against him without saying anything and hugged him loosely.

Alexander turned on the shower. At first, the water was cold, hitting him first before splashing onto Sophia. But in no time, the water turned warm.

As the water drenched the dress Sophia wore, it clung to her, outlining her curves.

Alexander started kissing her again, his thin lips no longer cold. His scorching kiss fell on her eyes, nose, and lips before stopping at her collarbone, where he bit her, both restrained and domineering.

A shudder ran through Sophia's body. It was a tad painful and slightly ticklish, but all that was overwhelmed by an indescribable spark of desire.

The hand on her waist tightened without warning. In the next heartbeat, Alexander had placed her on the ground.

The tiles were rather chilly, so she reflexively flinched when her feet came into contact with them and plastered herself even closer to him.

Hugging her tightly from behind, the man lowered his head to her ear and murmured her name while kissing her. “Sophia.”

In front of her was the icy cold sink, while behind her was Alexander's feverish chest. Since she was sandwiched between two extremes, an indescribable feeling surged within her.

Subsequently, the sound of the metal buckle from the man's belt drifted into her ears. Upon hearing that, she instinctually clenched her hands.

Their height difference was over twenty centimeters. It was quite a big gap, but that was no obstacle to Alexander. Exerting a modicum of force, he lifted her up.

Sophia grunted. Her legs were suspended in mid-air, and her center of gravity tilted forward, so she had no choice but to lean against the edge of the sink.

As the cold marble touched her skin, she inexorably shuddered.

Kisses continued falling on her back, and Alexander's entire body enveloped her tightly like an impenetrable net. His lips traveled upward bit by bit until his searing breath hit her face. Throughout it all, her breathing grew increasingly harsher.

“Precious.”

He called out to her, his low and deep voice threaded with infinite affection.

Sophia stared at him, feeling as though he was killing her.

Ah, a man's sexiness is lethal sometimes!

By the time their passions receded, Sophia was drained of all energy and lay limply in Alexander's embrace. Her eyes glistened, the limpid pools beyond riveting.

The sunlight in the bedroom was a touch too glaring. When Alexander carried Sophia out, she could not help but squint slightly. Unfortunately, she lacked the strength to even lift her hand to shield her eyes.

Alexander placed her on the bed. Immediately, she snagged the blanket at the side and draped it over her body as she held his large hand against her face. That was the first time she behaved so clingy and coquettish with him.

Alexander looked down at her with pleasure etched across his relaxed countenance. The sunlight hit his face, melting his usual frostiness away.

Sophia closed her eyes, feeling slightly tired and sleepy. Tugging at his hand, she whined, “Keep me company while I sleep for a bit, Alexander.”

Her soft voice carried a hint of coyness, encasing him entirely. His heart melted.

Lying down beside her, he lifted his arm a fraction and hugged her loosely.

Sophia grabbed his index finger, but her eyes remained closed. “What was it you wanted to say just now?”

She, of course, noticed that he was hesitating to say something a few moments ago.

Moving his hand, Alexander took hers. For a long time, he said nothing.

While Sophia waited in vain for the man behind her to speak, she gradually dozed off.

Silence reigned in the room. Lifting his head, Alexander pecked her on the cheek before whispering into her ear, “I want to marry you.”

However, he knew that it was no longer as easy for him to say that.

His ebony eyes darkened a shade. Tightening his arm around her, he hugged her tightly before closing his eyes and falling into slumber with her.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Alexander jolted awake.

Sophia was still sleeping, so he carefully pulled his arm out from under her. Getting out of bed, he went downstairs and opened the door.

It was Felix, who came with food and documents.

Verily, he was troubled when Alexander suddenly skipped work that afternoon.

As the man's secretary, there was nothing he could do when his employer did not feel like working out of the blue.

He did not want to intrude either, but the document was truly urgent.

Enduring Alexander's oppressive gaze, Felix ventured, “This document is needed today itself, Mr. Xenos.”

In a good mood, Alexander did not bother taking him to task but promptly signed it before taking the food from him. “You may leave now.”

Relief suffused Felix. Recalling the matter about Jazzlyn, he added, “Mr. Xenos, I've already contacted Mr. Cadogan. He said he would ensure that Ms. Cadogan never bothers Ms. Yarrow again.”

“Okay,” Alexander replied.

Then, he spun on his heel and went back into the mansion.

Felix stood outside the gate, gazing at the man's back. He then ran his hands over his face in frustration.

Ah, when exactly is Ms. Yarrow going to marry Mr. Xenos? If this goes on, we won't be able to take it anymore!