Chapter 132
The night was deep and still.
The laboratory was quiet.
Alexander Laurent turned his head.
Sophia Sullivan was focused on recording data.
The light outlined her soft profile.
He was used to working late alone.
Now he had company.
This feeling was unfamiliar.
And special.
They left together in the early hours.
They said goodnight back at their building.
Sophia turned and went inside.
Alexander watched her slender figure.
He suddenly remembered the silhouette in the qipao from the afternoon rain.
The slender waist.
The pale skin.
He snapped back to reality with a low curse.
He quickly opened his door and went inside.
As if a second longer would reveal his disarray.
...
Sophia showered and fell straight asleep.
Under the same night sky.
Isabella Langley tossed and turned.
It was already 2 a.m.
Ethan Roscente still wasn't home.
Victoria Roscente's words echoed in her mind.
The more she thought, the angrier she got.
She got up abruptly and left the bedroom.
The mansion was dark and empty.
She shouted loudly.
"Where is everyone?"
Two housekeepers hurried over.
"What's wrong, Miss Langley?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Isabella's face was cold.
"Are you here to relax or to work?"
The housekeepers exchanged glances.
They cursed internally.
But didn't dare show it.
"What do you need, Miss Langley?"
"I want bird's nest soup."
"Now?"
Isabella sneered.
"Is that a problem?"
"...No, we'll prepare it right away."
Isabella stretched her back.
She had sat too long in class today.
She was really a little tired.
She pointed to the other housekeeper.
"Come here and give me a massage."
The housekeeper hesitated.
"Pregnant women shouldn't have random massages..."
Isabella instantly exploded.
"Just do it when you're told!"
The housekeeper swallowed her anger.
"...Please lie down."
Isabella lay on the couch.
"You only listen after being scolded."
The housekeeper paused.
She gritted her teeth silently.
"Too light!"
"...Is this better?"
"Trying to kill me with pain?"
Half an hour later, the bird's nest was served.
It was translucent and fragrant.
Isabella took a sip and frowned.
"The taste is off."
The housekeeper quickly explained.
"I've been preparing bird's nest for twenty years..."
Isabella sneered.
"Using inferior products?"
The housekeeper trembled with anger.
"You can call the police!"
Isabella's eyes flickered.
She just wanted to vent her anger.
"What's all the noise?"
Ethan returned smelling of alcohol.
Isabella immediately changed her expression and approached him.
"You're back, Ethan..."
Ethan coldly pushed her away.
"Stay away from me, can't you understand?"
He took two steps back.
His eyes full of disgust.
Isabella's smile froze.
Ethan turned and went upstairs.
Isabella's face twisted.
She yelled at the housekeepers.
"What are you looking at? Get out!"
...
Isabella brought up sobering soup.
She found the master bedroom door ajar.
The sound of water came from the bathroom.
She gently put down the tray.
She crept closer.
Ethan stood under the water.
He suddenly saw a shadow on the frosted glass door.
He narrowed his eyes.
A cold glint flashed.