Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy

Chapter 87: Heavy and Frantic

Sophia called out several times, but there was no response. She pounded on the door again, but still nothing.

Yet she knew Sean was just outside.

Exhausted, Sophia slumped against the door, wondering how the gentle, loving, accepting Sean had become this... this... "obsessive", frantic, terrifying man.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Time passed quickly; dawn broke..

When Sophia opened her eyes again, sunlight streamed into the room. She saw the window, instantly springing up and running to it. The window led to a balcony, and from the balcony, she could reach the yard and escape. She opened the window, hesitated, and looked back at the door. After a moment, she closed the window and returned to the door.

"Honey, I'm hungry," she called out.

There was no reply, but she heard footsteps;

Sean was going

downstairs.

Sophia took advantage of the moment to shower. When she came out, the door was open. She towel-dried her hair and stepped out, immediately noticing the smell of smoke and a pile of cigarette butts on the floor.

Last night, she was inside, and he was outside. She slept, but he hadn't. Her fear and panic; his would have been far greater..

Realizing this, Sophia ran downstairs. Sean was in the kitchen, his back to the door, making dumplings.

She ran up and hugged him from behind.

"I'm sorry.

I won't take risks again. I swear I won't

Sean stiffened, then turned, pressing his hand to her forehead and gently pushing her away. Sophia's eyes welled up. Wouldn't he forgive her?

Sean shrugged."I didn't shower. I reek of smoke. I smell awful."

Sophia shook her head and snuggled into him again.

"I like the way you smell."

"You like smelling smoke? Is that a fetish?"

Sophia pushed his hand away, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest, and inhaling deeply.

"You don't smell bad at all."

coughed. "It's early. Don't

kiss his chin, noticing the stubble. She pulled back, looking at his face-tired, cool, with a hint of stubble,

302%

haven't brushed my

care,

chuckled and

""Happy now?"

eyes twinkled. "Honey, are you going to

his arm around her waist and

"What do you want?"

"I want you to

company... doing

"In bed."

"What?"

"Sleeping."

burst into laughter. Sean,

dumplings were ready, and Sophia devoured them, praising Sean's cooking. Sean used the hair dryer to dry her hair, then

Sophia cleaned up the cigarette butts upstairs and waited for

to sleep but was soon

murmured sleepily. "I'm

silenced her with a kiss. She instinctively wrapped her arms around

you," he

shook her

"Yeah."

"yeah sounded so full of regret that Sophia opened her eyes to look at Sean. His usually confident, composed eyes held a hint

sorry," she

her closer. "Promise me you won't

"I promise."

"What if..."

"There's no 'what if

a lot of things last

"What?"

from the rooftop, died... what would

""You wouldn't..."

I'd bury you myself."

"Then I'd kill myself."

took a deep breath. "No, I won't let anything happen to me. I'll live, and you have to live

dying wouldn't be so bad, he

the subject of death. It was a heavy, frantic topic, mirroring Sean's current state. He felt strangely unfamiliar, revealing a

was taking her somewhere scenic to relax,

man in a black suit,

plot you requested is