Chapter 28 Have you kissed someone else before?

She walked to the bathroom door and knocked. Remington, who was showering with the showerhead, paused for a moment. He had been living here for almost half a month, but Remington still wasn't used to this cramped bathroom.
Already feeling suffocated, he frowned even more when someone knocked on the door, "Can you please not knock when I'm showering?"
"Sorry," Sophia asked, "I wanted to ask if you're hungry, do you want a bowl of noodles? I can cook for you."
He had worked until this late, so it must have been quite tiring. That's why Sophia wanted to cook something for him. Remington's stomach was indeed hungry.
Knowing that Sophia wanted to cook for him, his tone improved a bit, "Then cook something random."
After he finished showering, Remington walked out and saw Charles sleeping on the couch. He didn't disturb him and quietly went to his room.
Frowning, Remington asked, "Didn't you say that once I agreed to open a regular developer's shop with Sophia, you would move out?"
"Yeah," Charles replied, "I'll move out in a couple of days."
"Why does it have to be in a couple of days?" Remington hoped he would move out today.
But it was already late at night, so he would have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest. He didn't want to sleep in the same room as Sophia anymore, as it made it difficult for him to sleep well. Sleeping in the same room as a beautiful woman whom he admired.
Moreover, this woman was his legal wife, so he couldn't sleep peacefully.
Charles said, "There's a single room in this building, and the tenant will be moving out in two days, so I'll move in."
"You'll move into a single room?" Remington furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't you have a house?"
Their family owned so much real estate that they couldn't even live in all of them.
There were several large complexes nearby, all developed by their family. If Charles wanted to live closer, he could easily find a large house to live in.
Why would Charles choose to live in a shabby rented room?
And one without an elevator, like a farmhouse. Remington didn't understand.
Charles whispered, "I'm doing this to take care of my daughter-in-law, to make it convenient for her to cook."
At that moment, the bedroom door opened a crack. Sophia stepped out, grabbing Remington's hand and hurriedly pulling him inside, "Remington, I've cooked noodles for you, you can eat inside and don't disturb dad's sleep."
After pulling Remington inside, with half of her body still in the doorway, Sophia smiled at Charles, "Dad, go to sleep quickly, we won't disturb you."
Remington sat in front of the low table in the room, picking at the pasta. His movements were as elegant as when eating Western cuisine.
Sophia was puzzled, "Remington, why do you always manage to eat so elegantly? Noodles are meant to be eaten, but you make them look like a work of art."
"Do you only know how to cook egg noodles?" Remington retorted.
"What's wrong with egg noodles?"
"The taste isn't great."
"If you're going to be picky, give it to me, don't eat it." Sophia went to grab the chopsticks, but Remington held the bowl with chopsticks and gracefully turned it in a half-circle, unaffected, and continued to eat.
This wasn't the first time he had eaten noodles cooked by her. Although they were simple, they seemed to carry a rich taste of worldly fireworks. The taste of worldly fireworks touched the hearts of mortals the most.
He hadn't realized it before. Now, it seemed like a moment of enlightenment.
Eating his noodles, Remington glanced at Sophia. She truly was a woman with a strong taste of worldly fireworks.
Sophia casually looked up and caught him looking at her. She blinked and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Remington continued eating the pasta, "This pasta doesn't seem so bad after all." He even finished the soup.
After eating the noodles, brushing his teeth, he still lay on the floor.
Sophia slept on the bed.
She talked to him about Lilly's difficulties and sighed about the challenges her best friend faced.
But suddenly, Remington asked, "Sophia, have you ever kissed someone before?"
Sophia didn't understand Remington's train of thought.
She was clearly discussing Lilly's struggles with him, so how could he suddenly ask about her past kissing experiences?
Turning over, Sophia looked at Remington, who was lying on the floor, his head buried in his arms. He also turned his head towards her.
Although their eyes met, Sophia suddenly noticed how long Remington's legs were when he stretched them out on the floor.
They were so long, exceptionally long. She had never seen legs this long before.
Connor was about 1.8 meters tall, but his legs were not as long as Remington's. Even her ex-boyfriend, Borne, who was about 1.9 meters tall, didn't have legs as long as Remington's.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Remington looked into her eyes and asked again, "Have you ever kissed your ex-boyfriend?"
"How did you know I had an ex-boyfriend?" Sophia asked back.
Remington corrected her, "I'm asking if you have kissed your ex-boyfriend, not if you had one."
She was so beautiful. Remington didn't believe that her ex-boyfriend never kissed her.
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Sophia had a feeling. "Are you jealous?"
"You're overthinking," Remington said, "I was just asking randomly."
Seemingly trying to hide something, Remington's tone was calm when he said those words.
Then he calmly said, "You don't have to answer, I was just asking randomly."
He turned over, facing away from Sophia, "Let’s get some sleep."
He said he was going to sleep but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
On the other hand, Sophia, who stopped chatting with him, fell into a deep sleep immediately.
The next day was Sunday. Remington didn't go to work, and Sophia didn't go to the company either. There were a lot of people at the park near the university on Sunday, so Sophia decided to set up her ordinary developer stall for the whole day.
Yesterday, that curly-haired pretty girl ran over and went straight to Remington. She pouted and complained, "Buddy, why did you delete my message? It made me so sad."
Remington sat on a chair, looking at his phone. He was reading a message from Dylan, the employee holiday bonus application, amounting to 5 million.
The sweet voice made him frown in annoyance.
When he looked up, the curly-haired beauty was coquettishly saying, "Buddy, you're so heartless."
Remington did not respond to the curly-haired beauty.
He sent Dylan a message, “distribute the money, the employee holiday bonus must be delivered in full.”
The curly-haired beauty coquettishly said again, "I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me? Do you not like me, that's why you deleted me?"
Setting his phone aside, Remington finally raised his eyes coldly and said, "You're right, I indeed don't like you."
"I..." the curly-haired beauty felt embarrassed, "I..."
Remington stated firmly, "I'm married, have a family, and I don't like receiving messages from the opposite sex. Take your time if you want to buy something, if not, please leave."
Remington, without any mercy, treated the other person as if they were air after finishing his words.
Sophia walked over.
The curly-haired beauty complained to her, "Sister, your boss is so cold and boring."
Sophia was about to speak, but Remington looked at her coldly and asked, "Am I your boss?"
He couldn't even make it clear to these college girls that he was her husband, right?
Was it necessary to be mad at her for a whole day?
Knowing why he was angry, Sophia no longer provoked him and bluntly told the curly-haired beauty, "Sugar, sorry about yesterday. He's actually my husband."
"Oh... I see, so you two are a married couple, no wonder you have such great chemistry. Then I don't stand a chance. Sister, if he's your husband, many girls at our school would cry. Your husband's pictures went viral on our school's internal network, everyone says he's more handsome than a celebrity, and many girls want to pursue him."
No wonder so many girls came to the stall early in the morning today. Most of them were like yesterday, wanting to add Remington's messages, but being rejected by him.
After the curly-haired beauty left in disappointment, Sophia looked at Remington's dark expression and asked, "Why are you still so upset?"
"You want to sell me like meat and have me help you attract customers here?"
"How could I want to sell you like meat?"
Remington didn't want to bother with her. If he hadn't forced her, she wouldn't have told others that he was her husband.
Sophia asked, "Remington, are you not messaging those girls because of me?"