Later that day, she taught Halliton Waylon a massage technique. Halliton Waylon, a quick learner, applied it to pediatric patients. By the end of the day, he was amazed to see that minor issues like diarrhea, fever, and indigestion could be resolved without medication or injections, simply through massage.
Halliton Waylon was astonished. After seeing Sophia’s methods work effectively on all her patients, he realized his beautiful mentor might just be a legendary figure.
—
After a long day, Sophia returned home to find Livinus working at his desk.
Leaning against the doorframe, she studied his back, trying to decipher his mood. CEOs like him rarely displayed their anger, but given how closely they lived, she would be a failure as his girlfriend if she couldn’t pick up on it.
Was it possible his mood was related to unmet physical needs?
Sophia turned to her phone and searched online. According to the internet, men often became irritable when their desires were left unsatisfied.
Without saying a word, she went to the kitchen. The porridge in the cooker was still warm, alongside some small dishes and buns—simple but perfectly suitable for dinner.
After a few bites, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She decided to take a bath and planned to have a serious “discussion” with him in bed later.
She dropped a red bath bomb into the tub and stepped out to grab her change of clothes. However, when she returned, she found Livinus standing beside the tub, his face tense. His hands were covered in red liquid, and the tub was filled with what appeared to be blood.
Sophia frowned, rushing to grab his hands. “Where are you hurt? How could there be so much blood?”
Livinus didn’t respond but grabbed her wrist instead. His eyes, filled with a storm of emotions, locked onto hers. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, “So you’re not injured?”
Sophia froze, suddenly realizing they had both misunderstood.
It made sense—anyone seeing a tub full of red liquid would instinctively think of self-harm. Livinus must have assumed she was hurt, while she, seeing his blood-covered hands, thought the blood was his.
They had made fools of themselves.
Sophia sighed in relief. “Where did all this ‘blood’ come from?”
She touched the liquid, finding it thick and sticky like real blood but lacking any metallic smell.
“It’s not blood,” Livinus said grimly. “What did you put in the water?”
Sophia paused and opened the cabinet, pointing to various bath bombs. “Didn’t these come from your side? Last time, I used a blue one, and it made me look like an Avatar—like I was bathing in toilet cleaner! This time, I chose a red one, but who knew it’d turn out like this? What is this supposed to be?”
Livinus’s brow furrowed. “These were ordered by Joanna.”
Sophia blinked and then burst into laughter. It was entirely in line with Joanna’s mischievous sense of humor to buy such absurd bath bombs.
They both broke into laughter. Testing the water temperature, Sophia removed her clothes and dipped a leg into the tub.
Her figure was stunning—perfectly shaped with firm, full curves, a slender waist, and long, toned legs. Her smooth, radiant skin from regular exercise added to her natural allure.
She had an effortless sensuality, like a work of art that needed no embellishment.
As she slipped into the water, the red hue made her skin appear even more luminous. She smiled playfully. “President Scott, care to join me?”
Every move and smile was a temptation.
Livinus raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You’ll regret making that invitation.”
“Oh?”
“Because I would never let you go so easily…”
Livinus’s gaze locked on her, filled with undisguised desire and possessiveness. The admiration he felt for her was evident in his eyes and written all over his face.
Sophia, not one to back down, smirked in response. “Then try me.”
—
How long did the bath last? Sophia had no idea. By the time they were done, the water had turned cold. Thankfully, the house had underfloor heating, so it wasn’t freezing, or she might have caught a cold.
She was utterly drained, her body weak, her arms too heavy to lift, her lips numb, and her lower half aching.
It was Livinus who carried her out, rinsed her off, dried her, and then laid her on the bed.
Sophia, too tired to move, tried to sleep, but Livinus appeared with a hairdryer.
“I’m so tired,” she muttered.
“I’ll dry your hair for you,” he said, turning the dryer on.
Her black, shiny hair fell smoothly as he gently dried it. Without any special treatments, her healthy body naturally reflected in the quality of her hair. Even while drying, hardly a strand fell out.
As he worked, his face was calm, but his mind seemed elsewhere.
Sophia suddenly remembered Joanna’s comments and frowned slightly. “What’s gotten into you lately?”
