Ethan was taken aback by her request, his eyes widening in surprise. "What did you say?" he managed to utter, his voice laced with astonishment.Fearful that she had crossed a line, Sophia's voice trembled as she hurriedly replied, "Forgive me if I'm overstepping, Ethan, but I don't know... I badly want to kiss you."Ethan's hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer, his eyes fixed on her. "Look at me in the eye," he gently urged her.Sophia slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting his, her shyness palpable. Ethan, his curiosity piqued, inquired once more, his voice filled with tenderness, "Do you really want to do that?"Sophia nodded, her shyness mingling with a newfound boldness. "Yes, I want to," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.Without further hesitation, their lips met in a passionate embrace, and their kisses were deep and intense. They surrendered to the moment, their connection growing stronger with each lingering touch.Ethan's hand cupped Sophia's che

Sophia playfully tapped his arm and replied, "Then I would give you a tight kiss lip, hit you on the chest, and say congratulations. But then I would leave."Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why would you leave?"Sophia's smile faded slightly as she responded, "Because you kept it from me, and I would feel heartbroken. So, I'd need some time alone."Ethan, who had asked the question in hopes of revealing his true identity, swallowed his words with a sigh. He realized that the truth would be bittersweet, and it wasn't the right time to share it.Sophia noticed Ethan's change in demeanor and asked, "Why the frown? Are you angry? It's not like you're the CEO, so no need to be mad, right?"Ethan chuckled, trying to mask his disappointment. "Oh, come on. I'm not angry at all. I was just thinking about how nice it would feel to be one."Sophia nodded, understanding his sentiment. "It's a nice thought, indeed," she replied.Meanwhile, Maxwell Carson's phone rang, and he swiftly answered,

On the way, Sophia couldn't shake off the thought of Maxwell's intentions to create trouble between her and Ethan. She looked at him with a concerned expression and said, "It seems Maxwell was planning a way to get things to roughen up between us, but..."Ethan interrupted her, his voice calm and dismissive. "Why bother about him? Just leave it," he said, trying to brush off any lingering worry.Sophia smiled faintly, appreciating Ethan's nonchalant attitude. "Okay," she replied, understanding his perspective. Then she asked, "Ethan, we'll reach Boston Hills soon. Where is your house so I can drop you there?"Ethan was caught off guard by the question, his mind racing to find an appropriate response. He stammered slightly and replied, "Don't worry, just drop me at the station, and I'll go myself."Deep down, Ethan didn't want Sophia to see his luxurious villa, which could potentially create misunderstandings or complications. Shaking her head gently, Sophia insisted, "It's not a pro

Sophia, alerted by the sudden noise, halted her movements and called out, "Who's there?" Her voice echoed in the bathroom, filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. But there was no response. She continued, "Ethan, is that you?" Still met with silence.Unperturbed by the lack of a reply, Sophia resumed her activities, assuming it was a mere accident or an innocuous disturbance. Ethan, exhaling a silent sigh of relief, cautiously moved forward, his eyes fixed on the small knob within his reach.With a gentle touch, he pushed the knob, and the door to the glass bathtub swung open, revealing Sophia's serene figure immersed in the water. The room filled with a hazy mist, adding an air of intrigue and sensuality to the scene.Ethan's eyes widened as he took in the mesmerizing sight of Sophia in the mist-covered glass bathtub. The steam and soft lighting created an ethereal ambiance, accentuating her beauty and vulnerability. He felt a rush of desire intertwined with a profound sense of

Around 7 a.m. the following morning, Ethan's eyes slowly opened. A wave of sadness washed over him as the memories of his actions towards Sophia the previous night began to resurface. However, as hard as he tried, he couldn't recall the specifics of what he had witnessed, only the unsettling knowledge that he had forced himself upon her.Confusion clouded his face as he took in his surroundings. "Where am I?" he muttered, his brow furrowing as he found himself in a beautifully adorned room, resting upon a soft and inviting bed.Ethan's gaze wandered around the room, a sense of familiarity tugging at the edges of his consciousness. It was as if he had been here before, but the exact recollection eluded him. Then, his eyes fell upon a photograph resting on a nearby table, and shock coursed through him. It was a picture of Sophia, the same image he had seen the previous night.In that instant, the room clicked into place within his mind. It was Sophia's room—the very same room he had ente