Chapter 2 Confrontation

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

"Sophia? What are you doing? Spying on Alexander again?"

Sophia turned around to see Robert Osborne looking at her with contempt. Robert was Lily's brother, a spoiled nineteen-year-old who had always been hostile toward her.

"You're imagining things. I was just passing by," Sophia replied coldly, not wanting to engage with him further.

Robert looked her up and down, sneering. "Stop pretending. Look at yourself—your eyes full of jealousy, your hair a mess, and your face so sickly. You still dare to call yourself Mrs. Kensington?"

His voice was loud enough to attract the attention of several passersby.

"I always said my sister wasn't dead. Now Alexander can finally get rid of this burden," Robert continued, his gaze sweeping across the restaurant, his tone provocative. "See that? Tonight belongs to us. If you're smart enough, you'll divorce him voluntarily. Don't create a scene that would embarrass Alexander. Understand?"

Sophia clenched her fists. She was tired of enduring such humiliation. "Are you done?"

"Your sister is practically a vegetable. If she dies, that would—"

Before he could finish, Sophia raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Robert was stunned, touching his rapidly swelling cheek in disbelief. "You... you dared to slap me?"

Sophia shook her wrist, her tone ice-cold. "You can insult me, but leave my sister out of this."

The sound of the slap attracted a crowd of onlookers curious about what had happened.

Alexander noticed the commotion outside the restaurant, frowned, and quickly walked out with Lily following closely behind.

"What's going on?" Alexander asked coldly, noticing Robert's swollen cheek.

"She hit me!" Robert accusingly pointed at Sophia, his tone full of complaint. "I only said a few words, and she slapped me!"

Seeing Robert's swollen cheek and tears welling in his eyes, Lily exclaimed, "Sophia, how could you hit Robert? He's still young! Even if he said something inappropriate, you shouldn't have resorted to violence!"

Sophia's tone remained calm. "I believe he's eighteen. Is he still a child?"

"But he's several years younger than you. How could you stoop to his level?" Lily replied tearfully.

With these words, the surrounding crowd began to whisper. Some said Sophia was too harsh, others felt Robert deserved it, but most were just enjoying the drama.

Emboldened by his sister's support, Robert grew bolder. "Alexander, she's rude and violent—unfit to be your wife. My sister is gentle and kind; you two are meant for each other!"

Alexander's expression darkened, and he looked at Sophia with disgust. "Enough. Go home!"

Those words pierced Sophia's heart like a knife.

"Home?" Sophia laughed bitterly, her tone sarcastic. "Fine, I'll go. I'll have someone draft divorce papers. Make sure you sign them. Remember—from today on, every time you tell me to leave, you'll have to beg me back just as many times."

With that, she surveyed the crowd of onlookers before turning and walking away.

Alexander watched her retreating figure, feeling an inexplicable irritation rise within him as his gaze darkened.

Lily stepped beside him and softly said, "Alexander, Sophia might be in a bad mood. Don't take it to heart."

Uncharacteristically, Alexander didn't respond to her.

Back in the restaurant, the atmosphere became awkward. After hastily finishing dinner, they called a few friends and went to a nightclub.

As the night deepened, Alexander sat alone in a corner of the VIP room, drinking and brooding. Sophia's words had inexplicably dampened his mood.

They were finally getting divorced—shouldn't he be happy?

Then why did he only feel annoyed?

Sophia had never dared to speak to him so boldly before. Now that his mother had passed away and their marriage contract had expired, she seemed like a different person, acting as if she wanted the divorce more than he did.

He downed several drinks, but the irritation persisted.

"Alexander, you've had too much to drink. Let me take you home," Lily said softly as she approached him.

Seeing her, Alexander's furrowed brow relaxed slightly. He nodded and stood up somewhat unsteadily.

Lily gently took his arm. "Before we leave, let me propose a toast to our reunion!"

She had secretly added an aphrodisiac to his drink.

She knew that after receiving news of her death, Alexander had continued to think about her. Now that she was back and had explained everything, his affection for her remained as strong as ever, giving her immense confidence.

Tonight, she was determined to sleep with Alexander and become his woman.

Alexander didn't hesitate. He took the drink Lily offered, clinked glasses with her, and drained it in one go.

As Lily drank, she glanced happily at Alexander from the corner of her eye, watching him finish his drink.

When she put down her glass and excitedly took Alexander's hand to leave, his phone rang.

Sophia had collapsed.

Thinking of Sophia's pale face, Alexander instinctively tensed. He quickly asked his assistant to pick him up at Deep Abyss nightclub.

"Alexander, what's wrong?" Lily asked anxiously, catching the key words.

"Nothing. Rufus is coming to take me home," Alexander said, beginning to feel an unusual heat spreading throughout his body. He didn't pay much attention to it, just rubbed his temples and said goodbye to Lily.

Lily felt disappointed but had no choice but to accept it.

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

Fifteen minutes later, as soon as the car stopped, Alexander hurried out, his face full of worry.

Seeing him, the butler rushed forward, stammering an explanation: "Mr. Kensington, you're back. Mrs. Kensington has just regained consciousness and is resting in her room. And..."

Before the butler could finish, Alexander anxiously strode toward the bedroom. As he gripped the doorknob, before even entering, he heard laughter from inside.

"After the divorce, I'll take you abroad to relax. I have a friend overseas who specializes in treating olfactory disorders. Perhaps he can help you," a man's voice said.

"Thank you, Noah," Sophia replied gratefully.

Alexander narrowed his eyes and walked into the room to see a man sitting by the bed—Noah Light, Sophia's childhood friend. They had met a few times before.

Seeing Noah holding Sophia's hand, an inexplicable anger rose within him.

"The person who fainted has recovered quickly with the comfort of her childhood friend?" he asked, his voice cold and sarcastic, barely containing his fury.