Chapter 2 What Are You Talking About, So Happy?

After sending the message, Sophia was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Well, if it isn't pathetic Sophia. What, are you here to spy on Alexander again?"

Sophia turned around and saw Robert looking at her with a mocking expression.

Robert Osborne was Lily's younger brother, nineteen years old this year. Spoiled by the Osborne family since childhood, he had never liked her.

"You're overthinking it. I just happened to pass by," Sophia said flatly, not wanting to get entangled with him.

Robert looked her up and down and chuckled, "Stop pretending. Look at yourself—what do you look like? Coming out in rags, with messy hair and such a terrible complexion. You still dare to call yourself Alexander's wife?"

His voice wasn't quiet, attracting the attention of quite a few passersby.

"I knew my sister was blessed and must still be alive. Now Alexander can finally get rid of a burden like you," Robert continued. He glanced at the restaurant, his tone growing more cutting. "See that? Tonight is our night. If you know what's good for you, you'll divorce him voluntarily. Don't make it too ugly and put Alexander in a difficult position, understand?"

Sophia clenched her fists. She'd had enough frustration today and didn't want to endure this humiliation anymore.

"Are you done?" Sophia looked at him coldly.

"I'm not done yet. That sister of yours is just a vegetable, even if she died—"

Before he could finish, Sophia suddenly lost her temper. She raised her hand sharply, and a crisp slap rang out at the hotel entrance.

Robert was completely stunned. He covered his rapidly swelling cheek and looked at Sophia in disbelief. "How dare you slap me?"

Sophia flexed her wrist, her tone cold. "You can insult me, but don't drag my sister into this."

Her sister, Emily Winters, was now her only family member and her most precious person. She wouldn't allow anyone to insult her.

Back then, to save her sister, who was seriously ill and on the verge of death, Sophia needed a large amount of money and high-end medical equipment to keep her sister alive. It just so happened that Elizabeth Kensington, Alexander's mother, extended an olive branch to her. She quickly agreed to Elizabeth's proposal to marry Alexander.

In exchange, she also had to cure Alexander's illness and detoxify him.

This secret deal was known only to her and the now-deceased Elizabeth.

The slap alarmed everyone, and people gathered around to see what was happening.

Alexander, who was inside the restaurant, frowned when he saw this and quickly walked out, with Lily following closely behind.

"What's going on?" Alexander looked at Robert's swollen cheek and asked coldly.

"Lily, Alexander!" Robert pointed at Sophia aggrievedly. "She hit me! I just said a few words, and she hit me!"

When Lily saw this scene, tears immediately welled up in her eyes. "Sophia, how could you hit Robert? He's still a child. Even if he said something inappropriate, you can't hit him!"

Sophia mocked, her tone calm. "He's already nineteen years old. Is he still a child?"

"But he's still several years younger than you. How can you argue with him?" Lily said while crying. "You hit people like this—what is Alexander supposed to do?"

As soon as she said this, people around began to gossip. Some said Sophia went too far, some said Robert deserved it, but most were just watching the drama.

Seeing someone backing him up, Robert became even angrier. "Alexander, you see? This is the kind of woman she is—crude and vulgar, not worthy of you. My sister is so gentle and kind. You two are the perfect match. Don't let her ruin our good mood!"

Alexander's expression grew darker. He looked at Sophia and suddenly noticed a small bloodstain on her shirt. His heart inexplicably felt as if it were being squeezed.

He wasn't used to this feeling, and his eyes filled with irritation. "Enough. Get lost and go home."

His words were like a knife, stabbing hard into Sophia's heart.

She thought she had become numb, but his words could still hurt her.

"Get lost?" Sophia laughed coldly and said mockingly, "Fine, I'll get lost. I've had enough of you too. I'll have someone draft the divorce papers in the next few days. Remember to sign them. And remember this—from today on, however many times you tell me to get lost, that's how many times I'll make you beg me."

After speaking, she glanced around at the onlookers and turned to leave gracefully.

Alexander watched her retreating figure, feeling even more irritated, his eyes darkening.

Lily walked to his side and said softly, "Alexander, Sophia might just be too tired. Don't hold it against her."

For once, Alexander didn't respond to her.

Back at the restaurant, the atmosphere among them was somewhat awkward. After hastily finishing dinner, they called up a group of friends and went to a nightclub.

Late at night, in the large private room, Alexander sat in a corner drinking alone. What Sophia said tonight inexplicably put him in a terrible mood.

They were finally getting divorced—he should feel happy, shouldn't he?

But why did he only feel irritated?

Sophia had never dared to stand up straight and talk to him like that before. Now that his mother had passed away, she seemed like a different person, as if she were the one who wanted the divorce more.

Really annoying.

"Alexander, you've had too much to drink. Let me take you home," Lily said, walking over with a glass of red wine, speaking gently.

Seeing it was her, Alexander's furrowed brow relaxed a bit. He nodded and stood up somewhat drunkenly, ready to leave.

Lily smiled and gently supported his arm. "Before we go, let me toast you properly."

She had already put an aphrodisiac in the red wine—a drug she brought back from overseas that worked very well.

She knew that after Alexander learned of her death, he still thought about her. Now that she had returned to the country and explained the truth, he still treated her the same as before, which gave her great confidence.

Tonight was the night she'd finally get Alexander into bed.

Without even frowning, Alexander smoothly took the red wine Lily offered him, clinked glasses with her, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lily tilted her head back and swallowed the dark red liquid, watching Alexander's movements from the corner of her eye, her eyes lighting up.

Just as she was about to take Alexander's hand and leave, his phone rang.

"Mr. Kensington, where are you? Mrs. Kensington, she-she fainted..."

"What?" Alexander frowned. Thinking of Sophia's pale face, he instinctively became nervous. "I'm at Abyss Nightclub. Come pick me up right away."

"Alexander, what's wrong?" Lily heard a few keywords and asked uneasily.

"It's nothing. Rufus Chapman is coming to pick me up," Alexander said, then felt a wave of heat in his body. He rubbed his temples, forcing himself to stay alert. "Be careful on your way home. You don't need to see me off."

Lily was somewhat unwilling but could only accept it.

She watched the car drive away and bit her lip in frustration.

It was all Sophia's fault—her plan for tonight had failed!

Fifteen minutes later, Alexander's Maybach stopped at the villa entrance.

He hurriedly got out of the car, his handsome face showing a nervous expression, his heart beating hard.

The butler standing at the door saw him and stammered, "Mr. Kensington, you're back. Mrs. Kensington caught a bit of a chill. She just woke up and is resting in her room. Also..."

Before the butler could finish, Alexander anxiously strode toward the bedroom. The moment he gripped the door handle, he hesitated, then gently pushed the door open.

Before he even entered, he unexpectedly heard laughter and conversation.

"After you get divorced, I'll take you abroad to relax," Noah Light held Sophia's hand, his tone gentle. "I have a friend overseas who specializes in treating olfactory disorders. Maybe he can help you."

Sophia was moved and said with joy in her voice, "Thank you, Noah."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. The man sitting by the bed seemed to be Sophia's childhood sweetheart, Noah. He had seen him a few times.

An inexplicable irritation surged in his heart.

Suddenly, his cold voice, suppressing anger, rang out: "What are you talking about that's making you so happy?"