Oops! My Whirlwind Tycoon Husband Is the Guy from That Night? novel Chapter 10

He pulled out his phone and eagerly opened a reservation app. "I already looked it up. A new high-end restaurant just opened in the financial district. I'll book a private dining room right now, just for the two of us."

"You can book whatever you want," Sonia replied coldly. "I'm not eating with you."

It was the first time Warner had begged a woman for a date, and she was rejecting him without an ounce of hesitation.

He felt completely humiliated, but his absolute obsession with her wouldn't let him back down.

Staring at her phenomenal curves, that impossibly tiny waist, that heavy chest, that flawless skin, she was his ultimate fantasy.

His bruised ego was instantly swallowed up by pure lust.

"Sonia, well, I was wrong. I know I said some nasty things to you in the past, and well, I am formally apologizing right now. There, doesn't that make it better? Will you go out with me now?"

"Saying 'I’m sorry' and 'Well, I was wrong' are two entirely different things," Sonia snapped. "A forced apology meant to guilt-trip me into doing what you want is nothing but moral blackmail. It means absolutely nothing."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop wasting my time, Mr. Warner. I do not go on dates with married men. Have some self-respect and learn what boundaries are. You should be taking your wife to lunch, not me."

At that moment, another tutor walked into the office. Realizing he couldn't keep harassing her with an audience, Warner scowled and walked away.

Sonia logged into her consulting portal and began answering paid inquiries.

She had built a massive reputation in her field. Her expertise was undeniable, and her success rate spoke for itself. Parents constantly sought her out, desperately paying premium rates just to get her advice on maximizing test scores and college admissions strategies.

By the time she finally shut her laptop, it was midnight.

In the tutoring industry, the base salary was minimal; the real money came from bonuses and private commissions. You ate what you killed.

Because she was saving up for some major moves, she constantly worked overtime.

When Sonia finally left, the office was completely deserted. She had been grinding from 10:00 AM straight to midnight, a grueling fourteen-hour shift.

Pushing through the lobby doors, she stepped out into the cool night air and instinctively headed toward the bike racks to grab her bike.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. She remembered that Quentin had dropped her off at the office that morning.

Quentin...

Her legal husband.

She wondered what he was doing right now.

Was he out of town on business, or was he still in Capital City?

...

New York, Wall Street.

Inside a massive, brightly lit corner office, the sleek, monochromatic decor screamed power and ruthless efficiency.

Quentin sat behind a massive mahogany desk, reviewing documents. His posture was perfectly rigid, the scratch of his fountain pen echoing sharply in the quiet room.

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