Free Web NovelChapter 80: Chapter 80: The Red Marks on Her Neck Were Discovered
After a wild night, Felix Preston woke up at his usual time the next day.
Sonia Quincy was still asleep, so he moved quietly, careful not to wake her.
After washing up and preparing a steaming hot breakfast, he was just about to head back to the room to wake Sonia Quincy when she woke up on her own.
"It smells so good. Did you make congee?" Sonia Quincy asked, her eyes still hazy with sleep. Her voice was still hoarse.
Felix Preston walked over from the dining table. His heart soared the moment he saw the red marks on Sonia Quincy’s neck.
"I made some congee with greens and lean pork, but I’m not sure how it tastes." He took Sonia Quincy’s hand and led her to the bathroom to wash up.
"Here, time to brush your teeth." He squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush and thoughtfully held it out to her.
Sonia Quincy took it, feeling for the first time that brushing her teeth was an awkward chore. It was because Felix Preston was standing right there, watching her.
He wasn’t doing anything. Just watching.
After what they’d done last night, Sonia Quincy’s shyness hadn’t completely faded. She couldn’t stand being under Felix Preston’s blatant stare.
"Ahem..." She cleared her throat and mumbled, "W-what are you doing just standing there?"
Felix Preston answered matter-of-factly, "I’m waiting for you. Once you’re done, I’ll bring you out for breakfast."
Sonia Quincy blinked. Feeling flustered, she couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. "N-no need to wait for me. You can go out first."
"Why?" Felix Preston frowned, confused.
Sonia Quincy was too embarrassed to admit she was shy, so she had to find another excuse. "Because... I have to use the toilet after I brush my teeth. How am I supposed to do that with you standing here?"
"...Alright." It was a perfectly valid reason, giving Felix Preston no room to argue.
But he didn’t leave right away. Instead, he leaned down, naturally planting a kiss on her cheek. A wide smile spread across his face as he said, "Take your time. No rush. I’ll be waiting for you outside."
Sonia Quincy’s face instantly flushed. "Mm, okay."
Only then did Felix Preston leave, completely satisfied.
"Phew..." The intense gaze was finally gone. Sonia Quincy let out a sigh of relief.
She raised a hand to the spot he had just kissed, the corners of her mouth curling up uncontrollably. ’This charmer... who could possibly resist him?’
’Good thing I’m pregnant now. Otherwise, with him tempting me like this every day, I’m honestly afraid I’d lose control and just pounce on him!’
After breakfast, Felix Preston grabbed his laptop and headed straight for his studio.
Sonia Quincy opened Spudster and started a new gossip thread.
Bloom Preston: [Once upon a time, there was a girl we’ll call D. On the surface, she was just a college student working her way through school, but in reality, she was the long-lost true heiress of a wealthy family! One day, her rich father sent people to find her and immediately brought her home. She thought she’d be the family’s one and only darling daughter, but she never expected to find a fake heiress already living there! What’s more, the parents decided to let the fake heiress stay! D wasn’t happy about this, but she didn’t want to go against her parents, so she decided to take matters into her own hands and go after the fake heiress... (The Whisperwind necklace is almost finished. Type ’1’ in the comments if you want to see it!)]
’This world was a novel, after all, so if Sonia Quincy wanted gossip, she had plenty to choose from right in her own backyard. Ethan Lockwood and Cecilia Quincy were the most nauseating male and female leads of the twenty-first century; their sordid little affairs alone could fill more than ninety-nine posts.’
The post had only just gone up, but it already had over a hundred likes. The comment section was flooded with users begging for the rest of the story. Of course, a small portion of her fans were asking for the design sketch.
Sonia Quincy didn’t rush to reply. Instead, she opened up a TikTok-style short video app and reposted the story as an image slideshow.
’If she was going to make a living off the internet, she had to work both platforms at once!’
[Where’s the rest? Where’s the rest? What did D do to the fake heiress? Did the fake heiress fight back?]
[Did the fake heiress get kicked out in the end?]
[Bloom, are you sure this is real gossip? Not just some story you made up?]
Comments from users kept popping up, but Sonia Quincy’s eyes immediately locked onto the one doubting her story.
’Questioning me?’ Sonia couldn’t stand being doubted. She had planned to wait half an hour before replying to comments, but that accusation spurred her into action. She immediately jumped into the comment section to defend herself and, while she was at it, posted an update.
She posted about a third of the story, then exited the app, picking up her tablet to continue working on the color variations.
Finalizing colors was torturous work. Even without a client giving feedback, Sonia Quincy could agonize over it for ages on her own.
She worked from nine in the morning until half-past noon. She spent three and a half hours just on the color of the secondary chain before she was finally satisfied.
But even though she was satisfied, she couldn’t rush to post it. She was a minor influencer with tens of thousands of followers, after all; she couldn’t be careless about promoting her work. She went to Station A and bookmarked some video editing tutorials, planning to spend the afternoon figuring out how to cut together a proper release video.
With Felix Preston at his studio, she was alone in the rental apartment. She casually stir-fried a couple of dishes for lunch. Just as she was about to sit down and eat, she got a call from a delivery company.
The watch she’d bought had arrived.
She had wanted to ask the deliveryman to bring it upstairs, but he said he had a leg disability and couldn’t easily climb stairs. Having no other choice, she put down her chopsticks and went downstairs to get it.
Downstairs, when the deliveryman saw Sonia Quincy’s prominent baby bump, he immediately looked embarrassed.
"Ms. Quincy, I didn’t realize you were pregnant. If you’d told me, I would have brought the package up to you no matter what."
"It’s fine." Sonia Quincy took the box from him and signed her name on the delivery slip.
"Don’t feel bad about it. I’m just treating the trip downstairs as a bit of exercise."
The deliveryman nodded. "Ah, thank you for being so understanding. Have a great day."
Sonia Quincy murmured in acknowledgment and turned to head back upstairs.
"Sonia Quincy."
Willow Quincy’s voice suddenly came from her side. The instant Sonia Quincy recognized it, her brow furrowed.
She stopped and turned, her displeasure obvious when she saw Willow Quincy’s face.
"What do you want?" she asked irritably. "Shouldn’t you be at the Quincy estate? What are you doing here at my place?"
Willow Quincy’s eyes were dark, his gaze chilling. "You think I wanted to come here?"
He pulled a bracelet from his suit pocket and tossed it into her hands. "You left this at the Quincy estate. I was kind enough to bring it to you."
"What is this?" Sonia Quincy held up the bracelet, examining it in the light. She searched through the original owner’s memories and found its origin.
’It was a birthday gift the villainess had pestered Willow Quincy for on her fifteenth birthday. He had given it to her reluctantly, but she had treasured it for a long time.’
"You bought this. I don’t want it." Sonia Quincy tossed the bracelet back at him, her disgust for it plain to see.
"Sonia Quincy!" Instead of catching the bracelet, Willow Quincy grabbed her hand. His eyes locked onto her neck, and his voice turned sharp and menacing.
"Where did you get those marks on your neck?"
