All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Contract Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sophie’s pov ;Sir gestured for me to sit, and I did, feeling the tension in my shoulders slowly ease. He leaned in, his large hand gently pinching my chin, his touch sending an unexpected wave of warmth through me.The eye drops hovered above my eyes, but then his gaze shifted, lingering on the redness in my eyes from the tears I’d tried to hide earlier.He must have noticed the way I rubbed my cheek. Before I could even react, his fingers were on my face, pinching my cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. I jolted in surprise, not expecting the sudden contact, my lips pouting in confusion.“Sir, what are you doing...?” I stammered, my words muffled as I tried to wriggle away from his gentle grasp.His gaze softened, his fingers moving over my face with such care that it made my heart flutter in spite of myself.“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing over my cheek as though

Sophie’s pov ;Now it was my turn to be surprised. The clothes I wore were all bought by Sir. I had thought they were just ordinary brand clothes, but the material felt a little better.Unexpectedly, they were limited edition. Why was he so generous to me? Why would he, an ordinary office worker, buy me such expensive clothes?After I get back, I’ll have a good talk with him. I didn’t understand it at all.I turned to Edwin, who had stepped in and saved me from Samantha. "Thank you for saving me just now," I said, my voice still shaky. "I'm going home now. Goodbye."Samantha forced a smile, though it was clear it was hard for her to manage. “Ed, everything just now was a misunderstanding. I have no ill will towards Sophie. I just want to make friends with her. After all, she is disabled—who would want to pay attention to her?""Make friends?" Edwin’s tone was full of scorn. "Humph, who wants to make friend

Sophie’s pov ;As I sat on the sofa, watching Aunt Rosa bustle about in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.This was the kind of warmth and ease a family should have—a comfortable atmosphere filled with gentle care and natural affection.Unlike me, Aunt Rosa’s daughter didn’t have to worry about housework or tending to siblings. She could just focus on being a child. I’ve been helping my parents with chores for as long as I can remember, running the store, taking care of my younger brother.I wasn’t a child who needed care for them; I was just…a tool.I never envied people with endless money, but I did envy people with endless love. How I wished I could have been born into a family like that. If only my parents had loved me even a little more.Aunt Rosa soon prepared a large spread of dishes. Before she left, I invited her to stay and eat with us."Aunt Rosa, please stay and eat with us," I asked hopefully.She smiled at me, gentle and warm, like always. "No need, So

Sophie’s pov ;Later, while we ate, I caught myself mumbling a formula aloud, trying to remember it. “What’s the name of that theorem…?”Without missing a beat, Dominic answered. I looked at him, my eyes wide. “That’s it! Sir, how do you know all this?”I felt a little silly as soon as I said it—of course he would know. The Sir went to college too, after all.He just shrugged, looking casual. “I haven’t forgotten everything I learned.”“Sir…were you a top student?” I asked curiously.He gave a small, almost arrogant smile. “Not quite. They used to call me the God of Learning.”He said it so matter-of-factly, like it was just a minor detail, but his confidence left me awestruck. I stood there staring, probably with my mouth open.He raised an eyebrow. “What? You don’t believe it?”“No, no! I believe it!” I said quickly.Of course he was brilliant—I’d always thought so. But hearing it in that smooth, confident voice of his just made me admire him even more. I could feel my cheeks heatin

Sophie’s pov :Returning to the Galaxy Hotel, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Peter, the same colleague who had previously accused me of theft, stood before me in front of the crowd.His voice, loud and clear, echoed through the room. "Sophie, I apologize. I thought you stole something without finding out the truth. Don't take it to heart. I'm straightforward, not one for tricks, and this time, I was wrong."The apology was public, a forced act, and it felt humiliating. It was as though he was making me swallow the guilt in front of everyone. The attention made my face burn, the sting of shame crawling under my skin. I felt exposed, like a puppet on display. But I couldn’t let him see how it affected me.I steadied my breathing, trying to keep my composure. “It doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice level, though I couldn’t completely hide the tension in it. “Let’s just put it behind us.”With a sarcastic tone, he spoke again, his words dripping with venom. "Rest assured, if I don’t h