Mira was soon called away by a phone call and did not stay long, leaving Sophia alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.
The indulgent lovemaking six years ago seemed like a long time had passed, but when Sophia closed her eyes, she could still recall all the details.
She really liked Adam a lot.
They were childhood sweethearts, growing up together. Adam was her longing when she first felt the stirrings of love, the object of her innocent crush, and the unwavering direction of her heart for years.
So on her eighteenth birthday, when Adam lured her away, tied her to the bed, and violated her, she was surprised but had no unwillingness.
She even clearly remembered when Adam fucked her to orgasm and creampied her flower hole, biting her ear and saying:
Adam said: "Sophia, this is the adult gift I give you. Do you like it?"
But the Sophia, fucked unconscious at the time, did not know that the one making love to her that day was actually Adam's second personality.
"President Luna, the meeting materials are ready." The secretary came to remind her.
Only then did Sophia gather her thoughts, adjust her expression, and focus on the work ahead.
...
Adam had no class that evening, so he came to pick Sophia up. Sophia got in the car, gave Adam a warm hug, then took out the two physical reports.
"Here, the results from our last checkup are out." Sophia's tone was light and cheerful.
Adam ruffled her hair. "How are they?"
"Of course I'm healthy and sound, no problems at all." Sophia blinked away the faint mist in her eyes, linked her arm with Adam's, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"That's good." Adam glanced at his own, then carefully read Sophia's twice before putting the two reports away.
"Of course it's good, but..."
Adam's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"
Sophia sat up, opened the WeChat page, and showed it to Adam: "But there's one thing I forgot to tell you: Misha asked me out today, so I can't have dinner with you tonight."
"It's fine." Adam did not mind and even helped Sophia fasten her seatbelt, considerately saying: "Where are you meeting? I'll drop you off."
Sophia directly called her good friend Misha. The address reported from the other end made Sophia freeze.
"Subway?" Adam did not know what this place was and searched navigation; the result was a bar.
His fingers paused, and he looked at Sophia.
Sophia immediately grew uneasy: "I don't know why she picked here either. Otherwise, I'll tell her to change the place..."
"What's the issue?" Adam rubbed the back of her head and smiled gently at her. "You've been working hard lately; relaxing with a friend is good."
"Then..." Seeing him like this, Sophia wanted to stir trouble instead. "Aren't you worried?"
Adam countered: "Worried about what?"
Sophia clenched her fingers: "Just..."
Adam smiled back: "You're my wife; I trust you, so I'll support whatever you do."
"Husband," Sophia was a bit moved and hugged Adam again. "You're so good; I love you."
"Don't move around; sit properly."
"Okay."
"Text me in advance when you're coming back; I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
"Good girl."
"Mm."
Sophia and Adam chatted sweetly. Only afterward did she message Misha on WeChat: [What the hell place did you pick? I'm coming to consult you, and you make me go to a bar?]
Misha replied quickly: [What's wrong with a bar? It's a proper one. You haven't hung out with me in ages; just play with me for a bit this time.]
Sophia: [I need to talk about serious business.]
Misha: [Sister, I can only talk about serious stuff with you when I'm in a good mood; otherwise, sorry, can't help.]
Sophia ground her teeth in frustration.
The drive was not far. Misha waited at the Subway entrance, wearing a provocative tank top with a hip-hugging skirt. Seeing them arrive, she knocked on Adam's car window and offered him a cigarette.
"I don't smoke, thanks."
Adam did not look at Misha. After refusing, he gave Sophia some warm instructions before driving away.
Misha linked arms with Sophia and scoffed at the car's exhaust: "Doesn't smoke, huh? If I hadn't seen him smoke before, I might actually believe it."
Sophia rolled her eyes at her: "That was how many years ago?"
Misha counted on her fingers: "About five or six years ago?"
Sophia: "Then why bring it up?"
Misha: "Maybe he really hasn't touched cigarettes these past few years?"
Sophia: "That's how it is."
Misha shook her head with a sigh: "How can the two personalities of the same person differ so much?"
Sophia halted her steps, eyeing her suspiciously: "Aren't you a psychologist? Now I'm doubting if your psychology certification was bought."
"Hey, hey, I was just sighing a bit; can't I do that?"
"I'm not saying you can't, but it makes me question your professionalism. Xiaoran, is coming to you today really useful?"
"Otherwise, what? You can't directly take Adam to see a doctor, so you can only tell me first. Come on, let's go in and chat."