Master Miller Dominates His Wife

Joseph was on the verge of losing his mind. This woman’s way of seducing men was terrifying!

At that moment, Robert gave Sophia a deep glance before taking her to his car.

Sitting in the back seat, Sophia turned her head and looked at Joseph under the streetlamp. Her eyes were filled with hatred.

She knew Joseph’s arrogant personality well. Even if he knew he couldn’t win against Robert, he wouldn’t give up.

This feud between them wasn’t over.

As Joseph's figure faded into the distance, Sophia finally felt a sense of relief.

Only then did she realize that Robert had let go of her hand at some point.

"Master Miller, thank you for helping me out," she said. "Did you come to find me for something?"

Robert sat in the shadows, his presence cold and distant.

Sophia waited for a response, but he stayed silent.

She looked out the window. "Master Miller, where are you taking me?"

Still, he didn’t answer.

When the car finally stopped, Sophia was surprised to find herself in front of a luxurious estate.

Robert got out first.

Sophia hurried after him. "Master Miller, where are we?"

She still needed to go back to her apartment and pack her things. She couldn’t risk Joseph harassing her again.

But Robert remained silent.

Sophia followed him closely, asking again, "Master Miller, what do you need me to do?"

Just as she finished speaking, Robert suddenly stopped. She wasn’t prepared and bumped right into his back.

"Ouch."

Was his back made of iron? It was so hard.

Robert turned slightly and glanced at her. There was a faint amusement in his usually cold eyes. He was about to speak when—

"Young Master, you’re back."

A serious-looking man with a square face, Uncle Mark, walked up respectfully. His gaze landed on Sophia in surprise.

"Young Master, who is this?"

"Sophia," Robert said coolly. "My wife."

Uncle Mark was stunned for a moment before breaking into a smile. "Young Master, this is the first time you’ve brought someone home. Madam will be very happy to hear this."

He then turned to Sophia with a respectful bow. "Madam, welcome home to Sunset Villa."

"Thank you." Sophia's gaze shifted past Uncle Mark. Behind him, someone was peeking out.

"Who’s that?" she asked curiously.

Uncle Mark followed her gaze and reached behind him, leading out a small child.

"Little Master," Uncle Mark said warmly, "this is your wife, the lady of the house. From now on, she will be your mother."

Sophia’s smile froze. She was completely dumbfounded.

What?

Mother?

Wasn’t Robert single?

She had just gotten married... and now she was suddenly a stepmother?!

"Master Miller, what's going on?" Sophia asked Robert anxiously.

Robert bent down and reached out his long arm, taking the child from Uncle Mark into his own arms.

"Anthony, do you miss Daddy?" His cold face softened, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

Anthony nodded and replied softly, "I miss Daddy... very much."

When Robert turned to look at Sophia, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by coldness.

He spoke in a flat voice, "He is our son, and from now on, you are his mother."

Sophia was stunned.

Robert had just admitted Anthony was his son. And now, she was married to him? That meant... this child was his illegitimate son?

But the boy was already so big. This was too shocking for her to process all at once.

If Robert had a child, why was he still single? What about the child's mother? Why didn't he marry her? Why did he marry her instead?

Her gaze fell on Anthony.

His skin was as pale as snow, smooth like a porcelain doll, and his features were as beautiful as Robert’s. But... he didn’t look mixed-race.

Something was off. His skin was too white, almost unnaturally so. In the dim light, he looked like a little ghost.

Could it be that Anthony's mother abandoned him because he looked different?

Sophia hesitated, then said, "Master Miller, I have no experience taking care of children..." She had too many questions, but the most important thing was, she had never raised a child before. "And besides, we have an agreement—"

"Don't worry, Madam, I will teach you," Uncle Mark interrupted with a smile. "The young master is very well-behaved and won’t cause trouble. Also, the old lady will visit from time to time, so you don’t have to worry too much."

"Anthony, call Mommy," Robert coaxed gently.

Anthony only glanced shyly at Sophia, then buried his face in his father’s chest, refusing to say the word.

Sophia’s heart was in turmoil as she watched the little boy hide in Robert's embrace.

"Let's eat," Robert said, carrying Anthony to the dining table.

At dinner, Sophia felt uneasy, as if she were chewing on wax.

Robert was cold and distant in front of outsiders, but in front of Anthony, he was warm and caring. He looked like a loving father.

After the meal, Uncle Mark took Anthony away, leaving Sophia alone in the living room, not knowing what to do.

"Master Miller, can I leave now?" she asked. Robert had just finished his work and was closing his laptop.

"Leave?" His narrow phoenix eyes darkened as he stared at her. "You are my wife."

"The agreement didn’t say we had to live together," Sophia reminded him. "Our marriage is a secret. If you need me, I will come when you call, but—"

"I need you now." Robert cut her off, loosening his tie slightly. His collar opened, revealing a hint of his strong chest. His presence was overwhelming. "Go to the bedroom and sleep."