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Chapter 9 She is a blaze

Sophia was thinking that Charles might be farming in the countryside. Since she and Remington lived in the city, they wouldn't see him every day for the time being. She had considered renovating the house after moving in, and then bringing Charles over to live with them, but that would be a matter for about a year later. She would address the change in plans when the time came.

But that evening, Charles came to her rented house. He held a live chicken in his left hand and a live duck in his right hand, carrying a basket of vegetables on his back. If it wasn't because he couldn't let Sophia know his true identity for the time being, Charles would have brought over all the expensive nutritional supplements from his home. He even wanted to invite a nutritionist to come and take care of Sophia's health. Look at how thin she was! Being so thin, giving birth to their grandchild in the future would definitely be a struggle.

"Remington still hasn't returned?" Charles entered with the chicken and duck. Sophia hurriedly helped him take off the basket of fresh vegetables from his back. At this moment, a duck in Charles' hand made a "splat" sound and left a pile of duck droppings on the floor. Sophia's clean tiles were instantly dirtied. For Charles, who had retired from the group's affairs and was now interested in raising chickens and ducks, duck droppings were nothing out of the ordinary to him. He hastily crouched down to clean it up with tissue paper.

"It's fine, it's fine," Sophia also squatted down. "Mr. Waverley, I'll take care of it, you just sit down. It must have been tiring for you on the road."

City girls would definitely stay far away when they see a duck leaving droppings. How could they be like Sophia, who didn't mind him being a bother and even cared for him. This was what Charles loved about Sophia.

"Still calling me ‘Mr. Waverley’?"

Sophia looked up, "...Dad!"

"Ah!" Charles was overjoyed. Seven years ago, when they went through life and death together, he had thought, how great would it be if this brave and kind girl could become his daughter-in-law. Seven years had passed. The dream was finally coming true. It was really not easy.

After tidying up, Sophia cooked in the kitWalker. Charles didn't let her help. Although her kitWalker was tiny, Charles was still happy. He even thought that in the future, when Sophia gave birth to their grandchild, he would personally cook her nutritious meals. In that case, he had to learn more from the nutritionist about how to prepare scientifically healthy meals. Sophia also didn't want to leave her father-in-law to cook alone and helped pick the vegetables.

"Mr. Waverley..."

"Calling me that again?"

"Dad... You must have raised a lot of chickens and ducks. Isn't it hard for you?"

"They are all raised for our consumption. I even raise cows, sheep, and geese. I'll bring some over when they're ready to be slaughtered." The cow he raised was imported from abroad and was called the Sudanese cow. It cost nearly 20 million. The Sudanese cow liked to drink alcohol, and its meat was especially good after drinking. In order to raise it well, Charles would give it a bottle of whisky every day.

Reluctant to kill all this time, now that Sophia was getting married, he has to kill a cow and give Sophia the best parts to taste.

It was already ten o'clock after dinner, and Remington still hadn't come back.

Sophia sent a message to Remington, "What time are you coming back today? Dad is here."

Remington replied, "Your dad or my dad?"

Sophia texted, "Mr. Waverley."

Remington frowned. Why is this old man still at Sophia's place at this hour? What does the old man want to do?

Hastening back to Sophia's rented house, Remington saw her tidying up the sofa.

"Dad, would you not be uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa? Why don't Remington and I sleep on the floor outside, and you can sleep on the bed."

"You two sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa, it's just right. No need for a floor bed." Charles gave a meaningful glance at Remington, who had just entered the house.

Seeing Remington back, Sophia went to take a shower.

Remington had a dark expression, "You deliberately stayed here overnight, wanting me to go and sleep with Sophia?"

"You could also not sleep with Sophia, make a floor bed inside." Charles said, "This does not in the least affect our previous agreement."

Before Remington fell in love with Sophia, Charles couldn't demand that he must have a physical relationship with Sophia, nor could he pressure him to have a grandchild. Remington was at a loss for words to refute.

After Sophia finished her shower, she pulled Remington into the room and asked him to look at the floor bed she had made, "You can sleep there, see if it's suitable."

"You want me to sleep on the floor?" Remington's tone wasn't very good.

Sophia reminded him, "Mr. Waverley, when we got married, you said you couldn't sleep with a woman you have no feelings for. Do you want to sleep on the bed with me?"

Immediately, Remington replied, "That's not possible."

"So, are you asking me to give up the bed for you?" Sophia retorted, "And sleep on the floor?"

Realizing that asking a woman to sleep on the floor seemed to lack gentlemanly manners, Remington compromised, "I'll sleep on the floor."

Without saying anything else, he turned and left. Charles had already laid down.

"Are you leaving?" Charles asked him.

With a dark expression, Remington said, "Don't think that by arranging things this way, there will be any progress in the relationship between me and Sophia."

Charles smiled, "Of course, I know your rationality. But don't forget, you are a normal man with physical needs. Otherwise, you wouldn't be frequently getting up in the middle of the night to take several cold showers."

This son of his, he really valued purity. He was already 32 years old and had never touched a woman, it was truly unbelievable.

Of course, Remington had physical needs. He was at the age of passion and energy, often in need and never relieved or relieved.

The more it accumulates, the stronger it becomes.

When he returned to the room, Sophia was already lying down asleep. These past few days, Sophia has always been conservative in front of Remington. She intentionally wore long-sleeved pajamas with long pants, and even buttoned up the collar tightly.

But the Size S pajamas she wore made her feel like she was wearing an XL. The clothes naturally appeared loose on her.

With a turn, the hem of her clothes loosened, revealing a slender waist. That waist was fair and delicate, extremely eye-catching. Sophia was the kind of beautiful woman who grew more elegant and attractive the more you looked at her, and she had a good personality that made her impossible to dislike. Remington unexpectedly glanced at her again. He was a normal man.

As Charles had said, he also had his normal biological needs.

In these 32 years where he had never been relieved or relieved, he had thought about finding a woman, but he had never even glanced at another woman. But at this moment, he couldn't remove his gaze, and even fantasized about embracing Sophia from behind.

Of course, Remington knew clearly that this kind of thought was merely a man's instinctual reaction, not love.

Any kind of sex that cannot be built on top of love was something that Remington resisted and rejected.

Finally, Remington regained his composure, turned around, and went to take a shower.

"You just took a cold shower?" Charles saw him come out and deliberately asked with a smile.

Remington didn't change his expression, "Is there a problem?"

"Nothing." Charles smirked in triumph, "Anyway, whoever is uncomfortable, who knows."

Charles was not without his own share of youth. He knew well that a vigorous young man, even without love, still had strong needs in that area. Although his son inherited his own steadfastness and always maintained his composure and calmness in the midst of temptations, he couldn't let him stay reasonable like this forever.

Charles wanted to put Remington under intense heat. And Sophia was the one he selected, the best blaze. Watching his son enter the bedroom, Charles hummed a tune contentedly.

One day without breaking through, then two days.

Two days without breaking through, then a week.

A week without breaking through, then a month...

He would like to see how long this little rascal could hold on. Sleeping on the floor, Remington was not accustomed to it. In addition, his normal biological needs were not relieved, so he basically couldn't fall asleep in the first half of the night.

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