Madam Escaped Again Sir novel Chapter 679

Sonia did not tell Toby that Jessica had discovered the truth of her birth story—that she was not her parents’ biological daughter.

If she told him, given how much he cared for her, he would only take it upon himself to investigate how Jessica had discovered such information in the first place. More importantly, Sonia thought she could look into this herself without troubling him; otherwise, she would appear truly useless.

Toby, on the other hand, didn’t notice that she was hiding something from him as he lowered his head and burrowed into the dip in her shoulder. “So, you’ve agreed to it?” he asked.

She hummed in response, nodding once. “With the microchip that you gave us implanted in her, we don’t have to worry about losing track of her. Besides, I highly doubt that she would do a runner.”

“That’s good enough,” he murmured softly before he glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. We should get some sleep.”

As it was drawing close to 10:00P.M, Sonia let out a full-body yawn and said groggily, “You’re right. I am pretty tired.”

She had stayed up the whole of last night to knit him a scarf on top of babysitting and nursing him out of his hangover for a better part of today. As of now, she was drained.

All she wanted to do was to lie down and sleep through the night.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to the room,” Toby offered as he took her hand in his. She glanced down at their intertwined hands and did not plan on pulling away. After all, holding hands was par for the course for any loving couple.

She allowed him to guide her toward one of the bedroom doors, but her expression shifted slightly when she saw which bedroom he was leading her to, and she stopped in her tracks.

Toby stopped as well, and turned to look at her in askance. “What’s wrong?”

“This is your room,” she pointed out, jerking her chin toward the door before them.

He nodded. “I know.”

She stared at him incredulously with wide eyes. “Toby, are you actually asking me to sleep in your room?” “Don’t you want to?” Toby asked, his gaze even and unaffected.

Sonia fell silent at this.

It looked like things had turned out the way she felt they would. When he said he was going to turn down the bed earlier and went into his own bedroom, she didn’t think much of it, only assuming that he had retreated into his room to locate spare blankets or whatever. After all, with all the other rooms in the penthouse left vacant, it would only be natural that the beds were bare.

Alas, she had given him too much credit. Toby had never intended to set up any of the guest rooms for her; he wanted her to sleep in his room instead.

Then again, she shouldn’t have been too surprised by this, given his past record of climbing into her bed in the middle of the night while he was staying over at her place.

She wondered how far he would go just to sleep with her on the same bed and what other ungentlemanly tactics he might employ to that end. He’s probably going to reenact the whole incident where he sneaked into my bed.

At the thought of this, she facepalmed like she was in utter disbelief before she sighed as she said in resignation, “You know what, it’s fine. I’ll just have to make do.”

As she said this, she put a hand on the doorknob and twisted it. When the door swung open, she led the way into the room.

Meanwhile, Toby’s eyes brightened when he saw that she agreed to sleep in his room. He practically flew after her, and he would have glued himself to her like they were magnets if he could. He had been pretty worried earlier that she would turn him down, but now that things were progressing in the direction he liked, he visibly relaxed.

Upon entering Toby’s room, Sonia immediately caught sight of his bed, which was large enough to fit several people at once, and blushed. While she knew that intimacy was off the table tonight, she still found herself thinking about it and the size of the bed didn’t help to quell her rampant thoughts.

She rubbed her temples and winced. This is all Toby’s fault. That pervert has been polluting my good senses with his own impurity. Why else would I be having such thoughts as soon as I see the bed? Stop thinking about it. Stop right now.

Then, she tapped her forehead with her knuckles, forcing herself to calm down by taking a deep breath.

At the sight of this, Toby quickly intervened to pull her hand away from her head and he looked serious as he asked, “What’s wrong? Do you have a headache?”