LOGINAdrian fulfilled his promise. Just as the clock struck midnight, Sophie could hear the beeping of their door system. She swiftly assumed her usual role. The wife, who was always ready to welcome her husband back.
“Adrian, you’re too much,” Sophie said with a pout. “Not a word, not even a text. Do I have to go through Mr. Abbott to get news on you from now on?”
Usually, Adrian would coax her when he saw her pout. But now, he seemed a bit awkward.
“Adrian? What? Did something happen?”
Adrian was at a loss for words. But he didn’t need to say anything, because from behind him, a figure stepped out. Petite, precious, with a professional blazer and pencil skirt.
Julia Hall.
“Ms. Hall, you’re here,” Sophie said, not bothering to sound welcoming. She then turned to Adrian, her eyes demanding explanation.
“It’s late. I promised you I’d come back tonight, but I can’t just let her come back alone. Her neighborhood…”
He brought her here. Adrian Beckett had really brought Julia Hall to their penthouse.
Good thing Sophie’s smile was so trained, it didn’t betray anything.
“I see,” was all she said. “I understand. It is dangerous for a girl to be out there at this hour. Please wait. I’ll tell my housekeeper to prepare the guestroom.”
Perfect hospitality. Perfect smile. Perfectly understanding wife. Sophie had given Adrian no room for wanting. She once again turned to Adrian, her smile unfazed. “What a good boss you are, Adrian. I’m so proud of you.”
It made Adrian feel even more awkward instead.
“I’m sorry to impose, Mrs. Beckett.” At least Julia Hall had the common sense here.
Sophie expected that much. For a woman to bewitch Adrian, she expected someone capable. “Then, please make yourself at home,” she said, putting emphasis on the last two words. “The housekeeper will let you know when your room is ready.”
As Sophie retreated back to her room, she noticed that Adrian didn’t follow. Once again, she pouted. “Adrian, my dear, don’t you have a promise to fulfill?”
Adrian smiled, saying goodbye to Julia. His gaze lingered for a beat too long before he finally followed Sophie. Sophie didn’t miss it. She couldn’t—they made it too obvious.
In their room, Sophie said nothing. She was just there, calmly making the bed. Adrian sat on an armchair, watching her. Seeing as Sophie was silent, he tried to break it first.
“Are you sulking right now?” he asked with a playful grin. In his head, Sophie was just angry that he disappeared for two days.
“No,” said Sophie. “It’s just that my husband left me at a restaurant, didn’t contact me for two days, and when he came home, he brought a woman with him.”
Adrian was left speechless. He ran a hand through his hair. “I know, I’m sorry, okay?”
Then he pulled out something from his inner pocket. “Here, I got you something.” In his hand was a velvet box. When opened, it revealed a necklace with a brilliant, deep blood ruby as a pendant. “It’s your birthstone.”
Sophie paused. Her gaze landed on the ruby necklace, then to Adrian, smiling obliviously. “No,” she said. “Ruby is a birthstone for July.”
Adrian went stiff. Just for a moment, before he composed himself and pulled out another box. “Sorry, that was a mix-up.”
“Whose birthday was in July, Adrian?”
“Look, it was a mistake, okay? Here, this is your actual gift,” Adrian said, trying to brush the matter over. This time, it was a necklace with aquamarine. A correct stone as Sophie was born in March.
Sophie stayed silent, and it dragged for a second too long that it left Adrian feeling nervous. “Do you like it?” he finally asked.
After a moment, Sophie finally nodded. When she lifted her head, a cute pout was there. “But you still owe me a punishment. Two days, just for me. To replace the two days you went missing on me.”
“Yes, yes, my cute needy darling,” Adrian said, pulling Sophie in an embrace.
“Just. The two of us.”
To this, Adrian didn’t say anything. He just smiled, kissed Sophie on her forehead, then got in the shower. Sophie just watched as his figure disappeared into the bathroom.
She just realized that the oud and musk scent was nowhere to be found.
When she made it back to Langham Manor, the decoration had gone a long way. Sophie was left speechless—she was gone for what? An hour max? And by the time she came back, the main hall was already full of flowers.With the wine and decoration ready, there were only a few things left to prepare. Victoria was adamant to do it herself.“It’s just a final check. I’ve done that countless times. You, on the other hand, need rest after a long trip from abroad.”Sophie chuckled. The trip wasn’t even that big of a deal, but she complied anyway. She might not be that tired, but she was grateful for the time to check on Meadow Lane. She also had someone investigate Ballard and monitor their movement around Beckett Holdings.While Victoria handled the final preparations, Sophie retreated to one of the smaller sitting rooms with her laptop. The investigator had already sent her the first report on Senator Ballard, and at first, there was nothing particularly unusual about it. Ballard owned several
“Help me catch up on things,” Sophie said the moment they got into the car. “If the senator is now targeting me, I should know about it.”Oliver sighed. “Right. You need to know the dangers heading your way. I’ll send the details later. For now, I’ll just explain the gist.”“That will be enough,” Sophie nodded.The car merged into a lane and Sophie could see Oliver mulling over what to say.“Well, Ballard is interested in how fast Beckett Holdings grew. He is more interested in the kind of partners it manages to gain. Which, I assume, is actually your doing?”Sophie only laughed.“But he—Ballard—didn’t know that. He thought that it was all Adrian Beckett. So he tried to form a connection and offered a partnership. You recall Sunside Valley?”Sophie nodded. “Yeah. I remember that proposal. It seemed fishy, and I told Adrian so. It ended up rejected by the board.”“That,” Oliver snapped his fingers. “He eventually found out that you were Beckett’s closest advisor, and that Beckett liste
“So, what’s so urgent that you have to go back to England?” Sophie asked.Oliver raised his brows, offering Sophie a side glance before focusing back on the road.But seeing as he didn’t answer, Sophie added, “Knowing you, you must’ve set up a system where you don’t need to deal with things in person unless absolutely necessary, so you can stay in the States for the longest time without any real worries for your England operation. And yet, here you are.”Oliver smiled. “I’m honored that you think that way.”“I don’t ‘think’. I know it’s true.”“Well,” Oliver inhaled. “I just realised that Beckett couldn’t possibly face Ballard alone, so I’m here to make some preparations.”Sophie paused for a beat. “Is the senator really that dangerous? Why is he so fixated on Adrian anyway?”Oliver stayed silent for a while. He stopped at a red light, then met Sophie’s gaze without saying anything. There was a smile on his face, but Sophie could tell that there was something else underneath.“...Why?
Adrian flipped over his files, and he stopped at the page about a consulting firm. It was one Sophie introduced him to. One Sophie spent three dinners with before they finally agreed for a partnership. Adrian once again let out a scoff. Even now, he still somehow relied on Sophie’s support.Flipping through pages by pages, he realized more of such partners—one that Sophie managed to gain for him. All those time Adrian thought Sophie was attending parties and social events because she wanted to fit in. He thought Sophie was desperate to be included in high society, and she brought home partners to prove herself.Turned out, Sophie didn’t have to prove anything.She was a Langham all along. This was her world all along. And the partners that she brought in from these networking events, they were the partners who stayed, independent of Langham. That way, when Langham decided to pull out their support, they were unaffected, and those who eventually left, left on their own accord.This on
Though Beckett Holdings survived, downsizing was inevitable.Adrian Beckett had been busy with heaps of equally important matters—the cancellation of the DC branch, the reassignment of personnel, the layoff and resignation of staff. There were also matters regarding contracts and partnership, as Beckett Holdings could no longer fulfil the requirements for some of them.He managed to avoid bankruptcy, yet it was a fact that Beckett Holdings was not as mighty as it used to be.After dealing with cancellations and penalties, only a few contracts remained. Though not spectacular, it was at least enough to keep things afloat. Among them was the development of Sunside Valley.Adrian massaged his throbbing head as the board was discussing the contract. He was fully aware that this contract was suspicious. The fact that after everything, Ballard still didn’t pull out of the partnership and instead proposed an adjustment to the contract terms posed as a bigger red flag. Too kind, too generous
“So, what’s the occasion?” Sophie asked in the middle of slicing apples. The maids were standing awkwardly—this was supposed to be their job, slicing and preparing. But immediately after they reached the kitchen, Sophie just took over and started moving.Her mother, Victoria Langham, just let her be. She told the maids to prepare the cups and cakes instead.“Nothing in particular,” Victoria replied. “I’ve been having apple tea every day since you left.”Sophie went quiet with that answer.Victoria Langham was always a quiet, devoted wife. In a way, Sophie modeled Sophie Beckett after her—the wife supporting her husband behind the scenes. If her father was the pillar, the building framework, then her mother was the concrete. Together, they made a strong structure.Sophie chuckled. Despite running miles and miles away, apparently she didn’t go as far as she had thought. Even with distance between them, Sophie still bought a piece of home with her in the form of her mother’s demeanor.In
Early in the morning, Sophie woke up to yet another charade.When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t find Adrian. She found him in the kitchen, operating the coffee machine. It was what she got for their first wedding anniversary, back when Sophie said she wished to enjoy espresso anytime she wanted
Their dinner ended on an unsatisfactory note.Adrian had to leave because of a work emergency. Sophie couldn’t even tell if it was real or not—if Adrian was just stealing fractions of time to be with Julia Hall.“I’ll make it up to you,” Adrian had said.But it had been two days, and Adrian was now
Nation’s ideal husband. That was what people called Adrian Beckett—a title Sophie had helped him earn. A self-made man, building his kingdom within just one generation. Beckett Holdings went public after only three years, and on the announcement livestream, Adrian had turned to Sophie and proposed
Three years. Turned out Sophie could only live as Mrs. Beckett for a mere three years. “How disappointing,” she said as she put down the photos in her hands. On the coffee table, there were even more photos of Adrian Beckett. Nation’s ideal husband, they said. Sophie snickered, her eyes scanned th







