Misunderstanding

"S-Sleep?" Sophia stuttered in shock.

"Weren't you very bold in front of Joseph?" Robert's cold gaze locked onto her. "Are you afraid now?"

"Master Miller, that was different," Sophia tried to explain. "I—"

"Third room on the second floor," Robert said, his deep voice leaving no room for argument. "I'm taking a shower. I expect you to be waiting when I come back."

Sophia was frozen in place.

Not only did she suddenly become a stepmother tonight, but now she also had to... do something with Robert?

She needed to talk to him and make things clear. She only agreed to this marriage to use his status to deal with Joseph.

She had just humiliated Joseph tonight. If she betrayed Robert now, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy her.

Back in her room, she followed Uncle Mark's advice and checked the wardrobe.

The black and white clothes inside were as cold and serious as Robert. But when she saw the pajamas Uncle Mark had prepared, her cheeks burned, and she quickly shut the wardrobe.

"The third cabinet," she muttered, remembering Uncle Mark's words.

She counted the cabinets and opened the third one.

The moment she saw what was inside, she was stunned. "What... is this?"

The cabinet was filled with small red balls, and there was a button next to them.

Curious, she pressed the button.

Buzz—

The small ball in her hand vibrated violently!

Her face turned red as she quickly looked at the other things inside. There were all sorts of... tools.

She immediately shut the cabinet.

Even though she had no experience, she still understood what those were for.

She never expected Robert to have such... heavy tastes.

"Master," Uncle Mark’s voice came from outside.

"Is the young master asleep?" Robert's deep, magnetic voice asked.

Sophia's heart jumped.

She quickly put on a nightgown, climbed into bed, and covered herself with the blanket.

The moment she lay down, a cold, refreshing scent surrounded her.

It was Robert’s scent. It felt like he was embracing her.

Her heartbeat quickened.

The unfamiliar feeling made her uncomfortable, and she suddenly wanted to escape.

The door opened.

Robert walked in, dressed in a black robe.

The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing his toned chest.

His tall figure carried an intimidating aura that belonged only to powerful men.

Sophia shrank under the blanket.

She heard his footsteps and slowly looked up, meeting his deep, unreadable gaze.

His phoenix eyes were dark and bottomless, like a hidden spring in a cave.

Her breath caught.

Before she could look away, cold hands suddenly landed on her shoulders, making her whole body stiffen.

She looked up again, right into his deep, black eyes.

"Mmm—!"

Her pupils widened in shock.

Robert kissed her.

She quickly pushed him away, her face burning red.

She tried to act calm and asked, "Master Miller, what are you doing?"

"Resting," Robert said simply.

His long arm pulled her into his embrace. His large hand pressed down—

As Robert's cool hand touched Sophia, she felt her soul tremble.

She could feel his warm breath on her shoulder and hear his ragged breathing.

At that moment, a nervousness and panic she had never felt before made her almost scream.

She felt a chill on her body, and in the next second, she fell down.

No.

He couldn't force her to do anything!

"Master Miller..." Her voice trembled.

Suddenly, the warmth from Robert disappeared in an instant, and the hand on her shoulder was withdrawn.

She looked over and saw that her pajamas had been taken off and were now in his hand, while she was wrapped in a thin blanket.

"Do you usually wear such revealing clothes in front of Joseph?" Robert's cold, narrow eyes locked onto her, his knuckles white from gripping the fabric tightly.

Sophia was stunned.

She wore revealing clothes? In front of Joseph?

That was a huge misunderstanding.

She had never even held hands with Joseph, let alone done something like that.

The outfit wasn't her choice—it was something Uncle Mark specifically prepared for her.

"Master Miller, you..." She wanted to explain.

"Remember, you are my woman. Robert's woman," Robert said coldly. "Put away Joseph's tricks. I don't need you to do that kind of thing."

With that, he turned and left.

"Master Miller..." Sophia hurriedly called after him, but his tall figure disappeared without looking back, leaving her lying on the bed in confusion.

She didn’t want to live with him at all, and she had no intentions of staying the night. How could she have any bad thoughts?

This was all a misunderstanding.

Everything had happened too fast, and she didn’t even have time to explain. She decided she would clear things up when he returned.

She lay alone on the enormous bed, waiting.

But Robert never came back.

As sleepiness overtook her, she could no longer stay awake and drifted into deep sleep.