Chapter 4: Wrong Move

I slowly turned to face him, forcing a smile that came out awkwardly. Immediately those damn friends of mine slowly excused themselves, dramatically coughing, and walked past me.

I bit my lower lip, unsure what to say, as every part of my body trembled with fear. I hope he hadn't heard what Laura had just said.

"It's getting late, Sophie. I've been searching for you." He smiled and winked, sliding his tongue on his lower lips...gross, that was disgusting! My skin crawled, and I felt like throwing up, but I forced a shy smile and tapped him on the chest.

"Stop it, honey; you are making me shy," I said softly. I can't even believe my own tone… I can't believe I'm really doing something so annoying.

He smiled and looked away. What the heck? Is he blushing right now? He turned and took a step towards me, and I slowly stepped back, my stomach twisting with disgust.

"Then let's go home, my love. I can't wait to show you more about myself," he said quickly, holding my hands and dragging me along with him. I followed, staring back at my friends who were quickly walking towards us; I shook my head as a signal they shouldn't try anything stupid. Their pace slowed.

"Honey, wait," I said quickly, and he paused and turned to face me.

His brow furrowed in sudden rage. "Are you changing your mind already, Miss Smith?" he said, as if it were a warning.

I chuckled softly. "Why would I? you are dragging me out like this. Have you forgotten the reporters are outside? We need to walk like a happy couple to the car." I tried hard to sound convincing, and for a brief moment, his eyes scanned mine as if attempting to read me.

"Let's go," he said with a smile

The car rolled to a stop inside the Miller’s mansion. One of the guards approached and opened the door. I stepped out, my eyes sweeping over the massive estate, a slow smile spreading on my lips. In a few weeks, this place would be mine.

I walked up to Felix and wrapped my arms around him. He smiled with pride, and together, we headed inside.

The bedroom was so beautiful, with a well-designed queen-sized bed decorated in a romantic design. I scoffed under my breath, 'Funny…'

He removed his jacket and tossed it on the couch, then turned to me. "So let me go and shower; it will be a long night for me," he giggles, raising his brow playfully, and I forced a shy laugh and nodded in agreement.

My eyes wandered around the whole room... until they landed on a wedding picture hung beside the window. I slowly walked towards it. This must be his first wife; they look so young and happy. She might be Sebastian's mother, or is there another woman? And is she alive? There's more about the Miller family I need to unfold, but I pray I don't get distracted by his son Sebastian.

Suddenly a hand came and wrapped around my waist.

I froze as I tried to turn. "If you don't like the picture, I can take it down," Felix whispered.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the urge to yank his hands away from me... but that isn't the main goal. If I want to succeed in my plans, I need to act carefully and slowly charm him so he will believe and trust me. I slowly turned and held his hand, forcing a gentle smile; he was dressed in a brown bathrobe, his chest slightly exposed, and his grey hair damp.

"You don't have to… The picture could stay here, and moreover, I'm the one with you personally," I said gently, and a wide smile spread through his face, and he quickly nodded. He walked more closer towards me, his eyes closed as his mouth moved forward for a kiss, and I quickly pushed his chest. His eyes widen in disbelief.

"Let's get a drink and celebrate before we could have each other," I said, and he hesitated, his eyes scanning my face. He smiled and nodded and made his way out the door. I quickly rushed into the bathroom and took my shower. I changed into black nightgown.

According to Mia's investigation, Felix isn't naive and easygoing; many girls have tried to betray him and instead got trapped in their games. Of course, I know he's not an ordinary man because at his age, he can still keep his company running without scandal.

That's why I had prepared ahead of time. I quickly swallowed the antidote to the hallucinogenic incense and lit it quickly.

My body shaking as my eyes never leave the door. A few minutes later the door clicked open, and he stepped in with two glasses of red wine and handed one to me.

I smiled and took it from him. "You can go ahead and drink," he said slowly, a dirty smile flashing across his face. I smiled and slowly brought it to my lips, his eyes still watching eagerly.

Something doesn't feel right. Damn it, old fox, he must have drugged the wine. He knows how to play dirty, but I'm the master of the game.

I stopped. "What's wrong? Drink," he said impatiently. So he actually did drug the wine.

"Honey, what about the deal? I'm already married to you," I said gently, forcing my voice to sound innocent.

His jaw tightened, but he managed to force a smile.

"I will do it tomorrow, but first you need to show me your sincerity by drinking this wine," he said carefully.

My eyes locked on his and my heart raced in fear; this old fox won't be an easy catch... I slowly look at the clock; it's just a minute for this incense to react, but how many minutes is the drug inside this wine going to take to get hold of me?

He raised his brow and motioned for me to drink up. I smiled and lifted the glass in a mock toast, and I drank it in one gulp.