After Alex left, Sophia slowly came out of the lounge. Lucas immediately moved aside and let her sit comfortably.
"Wife, let me rub your waist."
She shot him a look. "Trying to make up for it after the fact—if it's not guilt, it's ulterior motives. You only think about compensating after you've done all the bad things. Isn't that a little too late?"
"Not late at all, not one bit. Didn't we say we'd talk about cooperation? So where do we start? Baby, you just say the word. I'll agree to everything."
Sophia snorted lightly, clearly unimpressed. "You'll agree to everything? What if I say all the profits go to YL?"
"Forget giving up the profits—even if you asked for my life, I'd hand it over without hesitation."
Lucas's sweet talk came one line after another, and she had no defense against it at all.
