Sophia, fearful of waking the child, had finally managed to lull Tristan to sleep. She heaved a sigh of relief, whispering, "Alright, Tristan's asleep now. We can go out for dinner. I've ordered some red wine and steak from the hotel."
The man waved her off. "You go ahead. I'm not hungry."
Sophia furrowed her brows. "You skipped lunch. How can you not be hungry?"
He insisted. "You go on. If I get hungry later, I'll go eat."
Sophia felt slightly irked, sensing that the man was deliberately avoiding dining with her.
But she was helpless. Arguing about having dinner together now might wake Tristan up. She turned to leave, planning to eat alone.
"Sophia."
She had barely turned when she heard the man's deep voice calling her name.
Sophia was pleasantly taken aback and turned around. "Marcus, what is it?"
Marcus, his eyes as deep as the night, gazed at her. "I want to get some fresh air tomorrow. Staying in the hotel all day is suffocating."
Sophia was taken aback, and her eyes flashed warily. "Marcus, the environment here is not as good as our hometown in M State. I'm worried that you might have an allergic reaction due to the poor air quality."
Marcus seemed to have anticipated this response, showing no surprise.
But he still insisted on going out. "Do you really think I'm some greenhouse flower? Have you ever thought that this way, I might never be able to stand on my own?"
Sophia raised an eyebrow, noticing the dissatisfaction in his eyes. After a moment, she nodded. "Fine! Tomorrow morning, I'll discuss the acquisition with the local company. I'll come back for you and Tristan in the afternoon, and we can go out for a walk."
"Thank you." Marcus replied, his emotions as elusive as ever.
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