Toby knew Sonia was also willing to be his wife, but it was because of her shyness that she couldn't say it out loud.
Heavens knew how he wished she could be braver and audaciously tell him she wanted and was willing to be his Mrs. Fuller. However, he knew it was impossible for the time being, at least, for she would be bashful very easily.
It seemed that he would have to do better and polish her more, see that her bashfulness would be alleviated. With the thought in mind, he narrowed his eyes and caressed her lips flirtatiously.
A ticklish Sonia reflexively moved her head back only to have her head secured by Toby's other hand. He had foreseen it, so he let go of her waist the second her head moved, stopping her from retreating.
"What—" Sonia looked at the man with wide eyes, and just as she wanted to question the man's actions, she found the burning passion deep beneath his eyes.
Shoot! Her heart skipped a beat that second. This dude isn't going to do what I think he wants to do, is he?!
Sonia stiffened for a moment and wanted to leave Toby's lap the second she came to herself, or this man would surely not spare her.
To her dismay, Toby narrowed his eyes the second she shifted her body as he leaned forward to pin her down on the couch.
The corner of her lips twitched the moment she found herself immobile, sandwiched between the man and the couch. She knew she was a step too late and failed to escape. Perhaps, he had already noticed the second she thought about running away.
Thus, he pinned her down on the couch the second she moved and severed her thoughts about leaving entirely.
"T-Toby, can you let go of me first?" Sonia's bent arms were pressed against Toby's chest.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to escape by force, she decided to do things the easy way—talking.
Hey, who knows? He might actually let me go—though the chances are slim, it's worth the shot, no?
"Why should I?" Sure enough, he refused her request the next second.
He finally had her where he wanted, and she'd run away the second he let go. So, only an idiot would agree to her request. As much as she had expected the answer from him, she didn't feel defeated either.
She took a quick look around before smiling at Toby. "Then, maybe you can get up a little? You're really pressing down on me; I'll have a little difficulty breathing."
She had decided to shove him away and make a run for it the second he moved, with no hesitation whatsoever. However, poor Sonia didn't know she was an open book. Her thoughts were written evidently on her face, amusing Toby.
"Don't bother. I'll guide you when to breathe. So no need to get up." With that, the man put one arm around her waist and lifted her up, causing their bodies to press against each other even more.
Instantly, her face flushed crimson, for she was lying when she said she couldn't breathe. But now, it was real.
Sonia suddenly thought she had shot herself in the foot, and her smile had even stiffened further.
With that, she took a deep breath and looked at the man. "As if I need you to guide me. You—"
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Toby interrupted her before she could finish her words.
"Sorry?" Sonia was rendered stumped, causing Toby to narrow his eyes. "Don't remember?"
She shook her head reflexively. "Why don't you just tell it straight to me and not beat around the bushes?"
At that, he caressed her face as he said, "Alright, I'll tell it straight to you. You said we'd talk about this after the meal when we were eating, and now, it's after the meal. That's why I'm asking if you're having second thoughts when you want me to get up."
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