Chapter 138

Sophia lay weakly in bed, her body aching. Ethan had already cleaned her up and even changed her into pajamas.

She lifted the covers, intending to find one of Ethan's shirts to wear.

The dress from last night had been torn beyond recognition—completely unwearable.

The moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out like limp noodles, nearly sending her crashing onto the carpet.

"Bastard..." she muttered through gritted teeth.

Ethan pushed the door open just in time to see Sophia sitting on the carpet, her face flushed with anger.

Though he couldn't make out her words, the way she clenched her jaw made it clear she was cursing him.

He strode over, towering above her.

"If you're thanking me for saving you last night, there's no need to bow so deeply," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sophia glared up at him. This man was always so infuriating.

She gripped the edge of the bed, trying to stand, but her legs betrayed her again.

Ethan swiftly caught her, pulling her into his arms. His deep voice held amusement. "This fragile?"

"Let go!" She shoved at him, her cheeks burning.

He released her but held out a tray instead. "Take this."

Sophia stared at the glass of water and the pill, confused. "What is it?"

"No protection last night," he said casually, as if discussing the weather. "This will prevent pregnancy."

The words stabbed through her like a knife.

Her face paled instantly, her fingers trembling. "So afraid I’d have your child?"

Ethan’s expression darkened, his voice turning icy. "I told you—I won’t let you get pregnant."

Even though she’d expected it, the pain still tore through her.

Sophia tilted her head back, forcing the tears away. "You’re cruel, Ethan."

She should’ve known better. Yet she kept testing him, foolishly hoping.

The worst part? Last night’s tenderness had made her believe in something impossible.

Seeing the redness in her eyes, Ethan’s chest tightened.

He brushed his thumb over her cheek, his tone softening. "Do you really want my child that badly?"

"If you—"

"No!" She slapped his hand away, her gaze icy. "Last night was just a mistake. A game between adults, nothing more."

Ethan’s eyes turned frigid. "Is that really how you see it?"

"What else? If you hadn’t shown up—"

"So I ruined your little reunion with your senior?" he sneered.

"Think whatever you want." Sophia turned her face away.