Chapter 10 A Chaotic and Realistic marriage

In the past, he had rejected any woman by his side, and no woman could get so close to him. That intense feeling wasn't so apparent. Even if it was, he would restrain himself. But tonight, although Sophia slept in the bed and he slept on the floor, the bedroom was small and narrow. With the floor mattress taking up most of the space, there was only one meter of distance between Sophia and him.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance that lingered on Sophia's body. He restrained himself and tried to focus on the matters at the company, even reciting the investment catalog multiple times. But Sophia's slender and fair waist kept popping into his mind.

It was maddening!

It had nothing to do with Sophia's beauty, as she didn't attract him in that way. This was simply a man's most normal and primitive desire.

Unable to sleep, he sat up and leaned against the wall, sending Dylan a message, "Send over the acquisition plan in Europe."

Dylan was his right-hand man and business partner, accustomed to working at all hours of the day. Upon seeing the message, Dylan replied, "Are you working in the middle of the night again? I told you about the European acquisition plan during the day. Do you have to bother me this late at night?"

Remington was concise, "Send it over."

Dylan shook his head in disappointment and replied, "You're unbelievable. I'll send it now."

After receiving the documents, Remington quickly immersed himself in the work, forgetting about his shabby rental house and even about Sophia beside him. The midsummer night was tranquil and beautiful, only interrupted by the soft sobbing that suddenly shattered the serenity.

Using the light from his phone, Remington discovered Sophia quietly crying in her sleep. Her sobs were intense and her shoulders trembled.

"Are you okay?" Remington looked at Sophia. Sophia was still in the midst of her dream, reliving the year her parents divorced. Neither her father nor her mother wanted her. She held onto her mother's leg, pleading and crying for her to take her away.

But her mother heartlessly said, "How can I remarry with such a burden?" She was kicked away by her mother, just a four-year-old at the time. At such a tender age, many memories were hazy and unclear. But the image of being abandoned by her parents remained like a thorn deeply lodged in her heart.

"Sophia, are you okay?" Remington gently patted her shoulder as she continued to sob. She woke up, the painful dream almost feeling like a recent event. But Remington's voice reminded her that she had just been dreaming.

"I'm sorry," she wiped her tears, "Did I disturb your sleep?"

"Do you have something on your mind?" Remington furrowed his brows. Someone who could be awakened from a dream by crying must have something bothering them. Sophia composed herself, not wanting anyone to see her weak side.

She forced a calm demeanor, "It's nothing, just had a bad dream. I'm truly sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Remington still had some concerns, "Are you sure everything's alright?"

"I'm fine," Sophia forced a calm tone, "Go back to sleep."

"I still need to look at some things. You go to sleep first."

"Have you not slept at all?"

Remington lied, "Didn't you say that if we go bankrupt, we should project bankruptcy? I just found a new job, and I need to familiarize myself with the business."

Who knows, he actually hadn't been able to satisfy and relieve his most basic biological needs for the past 32 years. The more he restrained and suppressed, the stronger it became.

And suddenly, he found himself in the company of a woman. And this woman didn't annoy him at all. He couldn't find any sleepiness at all.

"Oh." Sophia didn't stop him either. "Just don't stay up too late."

"Got it."

In the morning, Charles prepared a sumptuous breakfast. Seeing Remington looking a bit tired and worn out, clearly having not slept well last night, Charles handed him a glass of soy milk and deliberately asked, "Remington, how did you sleep last night?"

Remington locked eyes with Charles. Charles smiled with a hidden meaning.

And he, furrowed his brows slightly, "It was alright. Perhaps I could have slept better if you weren't here."

"Mr. Waverley just arrived yesterday," Sophia gently nudged his arm. "Let Mr. Waverley stay a few more days."

Suddenly realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself, "Dad, I'm sorry, I haven't gotten used to it yet."

Charles smiled, "It's alright, it's alright. A few more times and I'll get used to it."

Sophia continued, "Dad, in a few days, my newly purchased house will be ready to move in. After the renovations are done, come and live with us. Your back isn't well, don't work on the countryside fields anymore."

"Ah!" Charles sighed, "How can an old man like me live with you young ones? I'll be in the way."

"Dad, I mean it." Since she was young, she had never experienced familial love.

During their trip to the Yellow Stone Park, Charles had been there for her through thick and thin, supporting each other along the way. He treated her better than her own family. She had long regarded Charles as her family. Inviting Charles to move in with them was not just a superficial gesture, but truly came from the heart.

But Sophia knew that many elderly people from rural areas were afraid of causing trouble for their children, so she found another reason, "Dad, besides, when the new house is being renovated, both Remington and I won't have time, and you can help me keep an eye on the construction site."

"Your purchased house is just a shell, no renovations?"

"Yes, just a shell."

"That's fine, I know carpentry, I can help out."

"Really?!" Sophia exclaimed with delight, "Dad, you even know carpentry, carpentry work is difficult, you're truly remarkable."

Remington quietly ate his breakfast, silently thinking to himself, “There's so much more to him than meets the eye.”

The more father-in-law and daughter-in-law talked, the more they found common topics. In the time it took to finish breakfast, they had settled everything about the renovation of the new house.

Remington, who was eating breakfast beside them, couldn't fully join their conversation. He felt like an outsider. Sophia glanced at him unconsciously and felt that his breakfast actions were too elegant, elegant like a wealthy family in a TV drama.

She and Charles ate and chatted, their quick consumption of poached eggs contrasting sharply with Remington's elegance.

But she didn't slow down.

Accustomed to being efficient in everything, she quickly finished her soy milk in a couple of sips, stood up, and took out $2,000 cash from her bag, placing it on the table.

"Dad, there's a small store downstairs that sells groceries. You can buy ingredients and cook for yourself at lunch. I'm going to work now."

"Sophia dear, you don't have to give me money, I have money."

"It's okay, you can take it."

After Sophia left, Charles picked up the stack of cash and counted, "2,000! This is the first time someone has sincerely honored me like this."

Remington knew the weight in Charles's heart.

It was like yesterday when Sophia transferred $2,000 to him, allowing him to have some emergency funds.

But he didn't want to admit it, "Are you short on money?"

"I'm not. You should know that people like us, the people surrounding you either want your money and power or your social status. How many of them truly care for you? If you really go bankrupt, try and see who would still stand by you instead of pushing you away. Where else would you find someone like Sophia who doesn't mind your bankruptcy and even takes out all her savings to support you?"

Remington couldn't argue back.

Charles emphasized, "Do you really think I’m just anxious to have a grandchild and forcing you to get married?"

Remington listened.

Charles continued, "Those wealthy heiresses, any one of them would be a better match for you than Sophia, but they might not truly care for you. I want someone by your side who will stand with you through thick and thin, someone who will make you experience the warmth of humanity."

"And that person is none other than Sophia," Charles added.

Remington fell into contemplation once again.

He had only spent three days with Sophia, and his understanding of human nature had been completely overturned.

Charles stood up, patted his shoulder, and took on a serious tone once more, "Remington, although the interests of the corporation and the honor of the family are important, your dad doesn't want you to become a robot who only works for career and family. You should really try to have a love relationship. Only through a high-quality love relationship can you experience the true warmth of the world and find happiness."