"Master Miller, what's going on?" she asked Robert anxiously. At this moment, Robert bent down and reached out his long arm to hold the child who was being held by Uncle Mark in his arms.
"Anthony, do you miss Daddy?" His cold face softened with a tender and doting expression.
Anthony nodded and replied softly, "I miss Daddy, very much."
When Robert turned to look at Sophia, the tenderness he had for his son was immediately replaced by coldness. He spoke in a cold tone, "He is our son, and you are his mother from now on."
Sophia was stunned by what she saw. Robert had just admitted that Anthony was his son, and he had even married her. There was no doubt that this child was his illegitimate child born out of wedlock.His illegitimate child was already so old. This information was too explosive for her to digest for a while.
Moreover, if he had a child, why was he still single? What about the woman who gave birth to his child? Why didn't she marry him, but instead, he married her?
She looked at Anthony, who had snow-white hair and skin like a porcelain doll, and was as beautiful as Robert. However, he didn't look like a mixed-race child.
But there was obviously something wrong with Anthony. His overly white skin looked eerie like a little ghost in the night.
Could it be that the woman who gave birth to Robert's child saw that she had given birth to an unusual child and didn't want him, so she simply left them father and son?
"Master Miller, I have no experience taking care of children," she said, full of questions but also aware that she had never had a child and didn't know how to take care of one. "Besides, there's an agreement between us..."
"Don't worry, Madam. I will teach you," Uncle Mark immediately interjected. "The young master is very well-behaved and won't give you any trouble. And the old lady will come to visit the child from time to time, so you don't have to worry too much."
"Anthony, call Mommy," Robert gently coaxed his son in his arms.
Anthony only glanced shyly at Sophia and didn't call her Mommy, burying his little head in his father's arms instead.
Sophia's heart was in turmoil as she watched Anthony's small head.
"Let's eat," Robert said, carrying his son away.
In the dining room, Sophia was extremely uncomfortable, feeling like she was chewing on wax.
It was Robert who was cold and aloof in front of outsiders, but warm and doting in front of his son Anthony, looking like a loving father.After dinner, Uncle Mark took Anthony away, leaving Sophia sitting in the living room not knowing what to do.
"Master Miller, can I leave now?" she asked Robert, who had just finished his work and closed his laptop.
"Leave?" Robert's narrow phoenix eyes were filled with deep darkness as he stared at Sophia. He reminded her, "You are my wife."
"The agreement didn't say we had to live together," Sophia reminded Robert. "We have a secret marriage and don't make it public. If you need me, I'll come when you call, but..."
"I need you now," Robert interrupted, pulling his tie slightly and opening his collar, looking indescribably alluring. "Go to the bedroom and sleep."
"Sleep...sleep?" Sophia was so surprised that she stuttered.
"Weren't you very strong in front of Joseph?" Robert's cold gaze fell on Sophia's panicked eyes, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Are you scared now?"
"Master Miller, this is not the same thing," Sophia explained. "I..."
"Third room on the second floor," Robert's deep gaze fixed on Sophia. "I'm going to take a shower. I expect you to be waiting for me when I get back."
Sophia was stunned in place.
Not only did she become a stepmother tonight, but she also had to do something with Robert?
She felt it necessary to talk to Robert and make it clear that she only exchanged five years of her time, not her body.
After she regained her senses, Robert was already gone, and the butler, Uncle Mark, appeared.
"Madam, I have prepared everything for you," Uncle Mark smiled respectfully. "It's your first night back, and there are many things you don't know about the estate."
"It's too late tonight. I'll tell you about the estate tomorrow. Right now, the first thing you need to do is get familiar with your room, especially the third cabinet. You must open it for your convenience."
Sophia watched Uncle Mark leave and decided to talk to Master Miller before discussing the contract.
After all, the reason she married Robert was to use his identity to defeat Joseph.
She had just slapped Joseph's face hard tonight, and if she betrayed Robert, he would kill her with their contract and his identity.
Back in her bedroom, she followed Uncle Mark's instructions and looked through the wardrobe.
The black and white clothes in the wardrobe were as cold as Robert, but the pajamas prepared by Uncle Mark made her cheeks burn, and she quickly closed the wardrobe.
"The third cabinet," she remembered Uncle Mark's words, counting the cabinets as she whispered to herself. When she opened the cabinet, she was stunned. "What is this?"
The cabinet was filled with small red balls, and there was a button next to them.
She pressed it, and the small ball in her hand kept vibrating strongly. There were also other things, very diverse... She quickly closed the cabinet. Although her love life was blank, she knew that these things were tools used between couples. She didn't expect Robert to prepare so many, his taste was too heavy...
"Master," the butler's voice sounded from outside the door.
"Is the young master asleep?" Robert's low, magnetic voice sounded.
When Sophia heard Robert's voice in the room, she quickly stood up, quickly put on a nightgown, and lay down on the bed. In an instant, the cold fragrance of snow on the bed rushed into her nose. This was Robert's unique scent, enveloping her whole person, as if she was tightly held in his arms. Her heart beat faster, feeling unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and she just wanted to leave.
The door opened, and Robert walked into the bedroom wearing a black robe. The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing his strong chest and his tall and imposing body exuded a dominant and overbearing aura that belonged to a man. Sophia shrank in the quilt, heard the movement, and looked up, just meeting Robert's eyes.
His narrow phoenix eyes were like the deep springs in a cave, deep and pitch-black, and he looked at her without any ripples. For a moment, she nervously turned her head away from him. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands fell on her shoulders, making her whole body stiff. She quickly looked back and fell into Robert's pitch-black phoenix eyes.
"Mmm..." Her pupils contracted in shock as she watched Robert kiss her.
She quickly pushed him away, her face turning red, and pretended to be calm as she asked, "Master Miller, what are you doing?""Resting," Robert replied, reaching out his long arm to hold Sophia in his embrace, his hand covering her clothes...