Chapter 4 What It's Like to Be a Wife

At seven o'clock, she got up and cooked two bowls of pasta. Remington was woken up by the noise and, after freshening up, sat down to have breakfast with her.

On the table were two bowls of pasta - one with just a few strips of bacon, and the other with an extra fried egg. Because there was only one egg left in the fridge.

Thinking that Remington was a man and would expend more energy, Sophia handed him the bowl with the egg.

Remington had never had such a simple breakfast before, but since she had reminded him yesterday, he no longer complained and only asked, "Don't you eat eggs?"

"I don't like eggs," Sophia replied, taking a bite of the pasta.

Remington watched her.

While eating the pasta, she inevitably made some noise. Her eating manners were not ugly, but definitely not elegant. In front of him, she didn't need to pay attention to her appearance but she still didn't have to eat the pasta so loudly.

He was used to the doll-faced heiresses who behaved elegantly and spoke with grace in front of him. The sudden change in Sophia's behavior made him uncomfortable. She elegantly picked at the pasta, and Remington tried not to listen to the sound of her eating.

At that moment, Sophia stopped and said directly, "Mr. Waverley, I want to ask you a question."

"Hmm," Remington looked at her. "Go ahead."

Sophia asked, "What are you going to use the $100,000 you're borrowing for?"

Remington thought for a moment and made up an excuse, saying, "My company is being seized, and we have to dissolve the employees, but I need to pay their salaries urgently."

Sophia understood and said, "Give me your PayPal account, I'll transfer it to you right now."

"Have you thought it through?" Remington put down his chopsticks and looked at her. "I'm bankrupt, and if you lend me this $100,000, I might not be able to repay you for a while."

Sophia had thought about it all night. She had a clear understanding.

In fact, she decided to marry Remington, not solely because Connor's confession put her in a difficult situation. Part of the reason was also that she has been single for seven years.

Tired, exhausted. She also wants to find someone to spend her life with. Even if there is no love, she can share the joys and sorrows with that man, support each other, and accompany each other.

When she was just a child, her parents divorced, and no one wanted to take on the burden of finding new happiness with her. She was abandoned by her parents. The year she turned 21, she was abandoned by a boyfriend who only wanted her youthful body. Having experienced the cruelest abandonment in the world and witnessed the wickedness of human hearts, Sophie felt that she still had to believe in goodness.

What if Remington is a young person with potential? Sophie firmly said, "Take the money and use it to pay your employees well, then find a good job and start over. As long as you work hard, everything will be fine."

Remington was shocked, "Are you really not afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Sophia asked back.

Remington reminded her, "I could take the money and run away."

"You already got married to me, where else can you go?" Sophia asked again.

Remington didn't say anything anymore. It was unclear whether she thought too much about human hearts or whether she considered them too simple. He needed to reconsider this question. Perhaps he was unwilling to believe her unwavering support, so he reminded again, "Sophia, aren't you afraid of losing this money? What if I can't earn it back in the future?"

Sophia thought for a moment and affirmed, "Even if there is a possibility, it's still my own choice. I chose to marry you and spend my life with you, so I should believe in you. If I made the wrong choice, I should bear the consequences. Everyone should pay for their own choices, right?"

Remington fell silent again.

"Mr. Waverley, I'm not asking you to become extremely wealthy, nor am I asking you to earn a lot of money if you start over. But at the very least, you need to pull yourself together and be the backbone of this family."

Sophia spoke as if encouraging and warning at the same time, "So starting today, you shouldn't think of yourself as a former company owner. You need to put in effort. If you become depressed and decadent because of this, I naturally have ways to deal with you."

"So you're going to start controlling me?" Remington smirked. Sophia, however, became serious.

"I'm not controlling you. Although I’m prepared for the worst, I also don't want this hundred thousand dollars to never come back. So I will supervise you."

Remington smiled and buried his head in his pasta. Suddenly, he realized that the pasta in the bowl didn't seem so tasteless after all.

After eating a few bites, he said to Sophia, "You don't have to lend me the hundred thousand dollars. Just now, a friend of mine sent me a message, saying that he has already sent the money to my company."

Sophia looked up, "Is it true or not?"

"True," Remington continued to eat macaroni.

"Well, your friend is reliable. You should thank him properly later," she said.

"But," she added, "you should use this hundred thousand to handle the emergency first, after all, it's borrowed from your friend and it's a favor owed."

Remington finished his meal and put down his chopsticks, "It's fine, we've been friends for over a decade. Save your money, it's not easy for you to save."

Sophia also finished eating and got up to tidy up, "If you need it, let me know anytime."

After tidying up, the two of them went about their own business.

Before parting, Sophia comforted and encouraged Remington. She had just left on her electric scooter when she stopped and sent two messages to Remington.

“I'm guess you don't have money for transportation, so I just transferred two thousand dollars to you.”

“Everything will turn out fine, keep going!”

Remington, who received the messages, furrowed his brows. No wonder she said her phone had no signal before leaving and asked to use his phone. Turns out she was afraid he wouldn't accept her transfer, so she helped him with the collection.

At this moment, Remington had already gotten into his Rolls-Royce. Two thousand dollars to him was just pocket change. Perhaps it didn't even qualify as pocket change. But for someone with assets exceeding twelve digits, these two thousand dollars were incredibly heavy.

Looking at the conversation box with Sophia's messages, and the transaction record of the two thousand dollars, he once again fell into contemplation.

Sophia spent a busy day at the company.

Before leaving in the afternoon, Connor reminded her that there would be a company dinner that night.

Connor specifically walked up to her and said, "Sophia, you must bring your husband to meet everyone tonight, otherwise it would be disrespectful to everyone."

"Perfect, I was planning to bring my husband myself," Sophia took out her phone, "but I'll ask him if he's available first."

Connor jokingly added, "You just got married, if you don't want to host a banquet, that's fine, but if he doesn't give you this much time, it means he doesn't value you enough."

She ignored him and walked to the side to make a phone call.

If Remington could come, she could formally introduce him to everyone, thus avoiding more trouble from Connor's confessions and harassment.

If Remington couldn't come, she wouldn't feel embarrassed or ashamed.

Surprisingly, Remington agreed.

At 6:40 in the afternoon, Remington appeared on Poor Smith Street. In his left hand, he carried a chicken that had been prepped in a transparent bag, and in his right hand, he held some freshly picked fruits and vegetables.

Because Charles had forced him to pick vegetables and urgently sent him to Sophia, he had some dirt on his pants and shoes and hadn't had time to change, so he appeared in front of Sophia like this.

Sophia looked at him, "Are we going out to eat? Why did you buy so much food?"

"The chickens are raised by my father and the vegetables are grown by my father too," Remington looked at her, "Does your company have a refrigerator? If yes, we can put them here for now."

"Sophia, is this the man you married?" Connor looked at Remington's dirty pants and joked, "They grow crops and raise chickens? Are they farmers?"

Sophia wasn't quite sure if Charles was a farmer. She only knew that Charles's wife passed away seven years ago and he had a hard time dealing with it on his own.