"Hmm." Sophie didn’t have anything to hide.
"Where do you usually live?"
How should she answer? Normally, she slept by Asher Land’s side, wherever he lived, she would sleep. But she couldn’t just say that directly to Oliver Johnson, right?
"I don’t have a fixed place, most of the time I stay in hotels because I have many gigs." She instinctively lied.
"I see." Oliver didn’t ask more. Actually, when they were together, he felt quite comfortable, but for some reason, she always seemed a bit unnatural.
Oliver sat on the sofa flipping through his phone, while Sophie stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, the atmosphere still somewhat awkward.
She made a cup of very ’rough’ tea and placed it on the coffee table.
The reason it’s called rough is that the tea leaves were casually grabbed from a convenience store, and the water, due to her impatience, wasn’t fully boiled, making the tea leaves float on top.
Sophie was at a loss with herself as Oliver was a wealthy nobleman, and she treated him ; it was really inappropriate.
However, Oliver didn’t mind. Once the tea cooled a little, he picked up the cup and took a sip.
Sophie secretly felt relieved. Thankfully, Oliver was easygoing; if it had been Asher, that picky and exacting man, he would probably criticize her harshly.
At around nine o’clock in the evening, Asher called on time to ’check in’; Sophie stealthily took her phone and went into the room.
"I won’t be home tonight; I’m working out of town." Sophie said over the phone.
"You’re out of town again?" Asher’s voice had a hint of concern, remembering what happened to her in S City last time still made him uneasy.
"Yes, but this time there are many people with me, Julia and Sister Sunny are here; you don’t need to worry." Sophie said ’obediently.’
"Since I’m not sleeping beside you, do you miss me?" A certain man suddenly asked.
"..." Sophie was at a loss for words.
"Do you miss me or not?"
Could she say no? If she said she didn’t, he probably wouldn’t let her hang up.
"What do you mean by a little? Missing is missing, not missing is... "
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"Fine, I miss you, miss you, miss you a lot, okay? May I hang up now?"
"That’s more like it, get some rest early..."
Before he finished speaking, Sophie hung up as if she were relieved from a burden.
Leaving the bedroom, she noticed Oliver standing by the window, his back to her.
His silhouette somewhat resembled Asher’s, tall and straight, giving Sophie a flash of illusion, as if she had returned to a certain period with Asher.
Upon hearing Sophie’s footsteps approach, Oliver suddenly turned around.
"It’s getting late, I should be leaving, you get some rest." His voice always had a habitual gentleness. After being with Asher for a long time, hearing this kind of gentle tone was truly special; knowing that Asher usually shouted at her.
It’s strange, what’s wrong with her tonight, why did she keep comparing Oliver with Asher?
"What, you can’t bear for me to leave?" Seeing Sophie not replying, Oliver said with a hint of amusement.
"Then do you want me to leave quickly?"
"Um, not really either..." Sophie was somewhat at a loss for words, "What I mean is..."
"What exactly do you want?" Oliver teased her on purpose.