Chapter 33 Wanna Kiss Me Again?

Sophia introduced Nanny Maria to Lilly. With someone to care for Lilly's children, she returned to work. However, when Agnes heard that Nanny Maria would be paid five thousand US dollars per month for her services, she began causing trouble once again.

On the first day back to work, when Lilly returned home, Agnes blocked her at the door. "Lilly, are you really paying Nanny Maria five thousand US dollars a month?"

"Yes," Lilly replied, changing her shoes and standing tall. "Don't worry. This money doesn't come from your son; it's from my own salary."

Agnes was about to explode. "What kind of nanny demands five thousand US dollars a month?"

"Mom, this is Opulence, a first-tier metropolis, and this rate is considered low. Besides, I'm not asking you to pay; do you have a problem with it?"

Knowing Lilly's understanding of Agnes, it was certain that Agnes would find fault.

And sure enough, without a second thought, Agnes said, "Lilly, fire Nanny Maria and let me take care of your children. Give me the five thousand dollars instead."

"What did you say?" Lilly found it ridiculous.

Agnes had her own agenda. "I'm Noah's grandmother, and I will definitely take better care of him than a stranger. Why give this money to an outsider when you could use it to honor me?"

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" It was utterly unreasonable.

Agnes persisted, "Did I say something wrong? The money you and Connor earn should naturally go to me. Why pay a nanny who can't do anything?"

"Can you believe you're saying this?"

It was beyond comprehension.

She asked again, "When I asked you to help take care of my children, you were either complaining about back pain, leg pain, or a headache. Now that you see me paying Nanny Maria five thousand US dollars a month, you're envious and want to take the money for yourself? Is your back no longer hurting? Is your head no longer aching?"

Money, money, money.

That was all she could think about.

Was she still a part of the Chen family?

All she knew how to do was exploit and scheme against her.

Lilly's heart ached deeply.

Before Agnes could say anything more, Lilly firmly declared, "Mom, don't say anything else. I'm not going to give you five thousand US dollars to take care of my children. Besides, you won't do as good a job as Nanny Maria. And I don't want you to suddenly complain about back pain or a headache when I need to work."

Agnes flared up. "You ungrateful child! Giving five thousand US dollars to an outsider when you could give it to me. Have you lost your mind?"

Lilly was fed up and didn't want to say another word. She left the room and went back to Nanny Maria's quarters, where she saw Nanny Maria looking uncomfortable. Lilly frowned.

"Nanny Maria, I'm sorry you had to hear all that. Please don't pay any attention to what they said. I will make sure to pay your salary on time every month."

Nanny Maria sighed, "You're really going through a lot."

Lilly also sighed, "Marrying into this kind of family, there's nothing I can do about it. It's my fault for being blind."

That night, after Sophia and Remington finished work, they closed their modest developer stall. It was almost midnight when they returned to their rented accommodation.

They secured their tricycle and goods downstairs, covering them with a rainproof tarpaulin and tying them securely.

Remington chuckled as he tied the knots. When was the last time he had done physical labor like this? But ever since he married Sophia, he felt like he was becoming a laborer.

They went upstairs and took showers, and it was already half-past twelve.

Sophia brought out two sets of new clothes. "Remington, I bought you some new clothes. Try them on to see if they fit. If not, I'll exchange them at the store."

Remington paused while drying his wet hair. "You bought me clothes again?"

"Last time I bought you two sets of regular work clothes, but they don't suit you for work. So, I bought you two sets of suits and two dress shirts."

To accentuate Remington's elegance, she deliberately chose branded outfits.

Remington went to try them on and frowned. "They're too small, and the pants are too short."

"Oh no," Sophia murmured, "I know you're tall, so I specifically asked for the 6'1" size. Isn't it suitable? But if they don't fit, they said we can exchange them for custom-made ones. I'll take them back tomorrow."

Remington, while taking off the suit, commented, "No need, the clothes you make for me might not necessarily fit either."

"You're still complaining? Do you know how much money I spent on these two sets of clothes?"

"How much?"

"Over five thousand US dollars, and there's an additional fee for the tailoring. I've never bought clothes that cost more than $500 for myself. You dare to complain about such expensive clothes."

Five thousand dollars might not be a significant amount for Remington, but hearing that she had never bought clothes over $500 for herself made him soften his gaze toward her.

Sophia took the suit he had removed and continued, "I thought that since you've found a proper job, you can't dress so casually. That's why I bought you two decent sets of clothing. Stand still; I need to measure your size, and I'll get you two new sets tomorrow."

Under her adjustments, Remington was reluctantly forced to open his arms.

Sophia took out a tape measure and stood behind him, measuring his shoulder width before moving to the front.

"Keep your arms wide open; I need to measure your waist."

Bending over, her petite and slender figure passed closely by him.

They were so close, close enough that her body nearly brushed against his chest.

Just out of the shower, her body carried the scent of cheap shampoo and body wash, yet Remington found it rather pleasant.

When he looked down at her, his gaze softened considerably. He even allowed her to use the tape measure gently around his waist.

Snow-white earlobes, an alluring neck, and the faintly visible fair skin at her neckline as she bent over...

It left his mind a bit in disarray.

He wanted to sweep her into his arms, rip off her clothes, and possess her.

But he restrained himself.

He knew very well that the longer he spent with Sophia, the harder it became to control his physical desires when he saw her beauty.

He looked deeply into the small woman in front of him.

"Remington, you look quite slim, but your waist is not small at all."

Sophia lifted her head, her gaze locking deeply with Remington's, so deep that it seemed like a whirlpool ready to suck her in.

In that intense gaze, Remington's eyes were focused on her lips, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Sophia didn't panic, nor did she avoid his gaze. Instead, she asked straightforwardly, "Remington, are you thinking about kissing me again?"