Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 679 Sleepover

Sonia did not tell Toby that Jessica had discovered the truth of her birth story—that she was not her parents’

biological daughter.

If she told him, given how much he cared for her, he would only take it upon himself to investigate how Jessica had

discovered such information in the first place. More importantly, Sonia thought she could look into this herself

without troubling him; otherwise, she would appear truly useless.

Toby, on the other hand, didn’t notice that she was hiding something from him as he lowered his head and

burrowed into the dip in her shoulder. “So, you’ve agreed to it?” he asked.

She hummed in response, nodding once. “With the microchip that you gave us implanted in her, we don’t have to

worry about losing track of her. Besides, I highly doubt that she would do a runner.”

“That’s good enough,” he murmured softly before he glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. We should

get some sleep.”

As it was drawing close to 10:00P.M, Sonia let out a full-body yawn and said groggily, “You’re right. I am pretty

tired.”

She had stayed up the whole of last night to knit him a scarf on top of babysitting and nursing him out of his

hangover for a better part of today. As of now, she was drained.

All she wanted to do was to lie down and sleep through the night.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to the room,” Toby offered as he took her hand in his. She glanced down at their

intertwined hands and did not plan on pulling away. After all, holding hands was par for the course for any loving

couple.

She allowed him to guide her toward one of the bedroom doors, but her expression shifted slightly when she saw

which bedroom he was leading her to, and she stopped in her tracks.

Toby stopped as well, and turned to look at her in askance. “What’s wrong?”

“This is your room,” she pointed out, jerking her chin toward the door before them.

He nodded. “I know.”

She stared at him incredulously with wide eyes. “Toby, are you actually asking me to sleep in your room?”

“Don’t you want to?” Toby asked, his gaze even and unaffected.

Sonia fell silent at this.

It looked like things had turned out the way she felt they would. When he said he was going to turn down the bed

earlier and went into his own bedroom, she didn’t think much of it, only assuming that he had retreated into his

room to locate spare blankets or whatever. After all, with all the other rooms in the penthouse left vacant, it would

only be natural that the beds were bare.

Alas, she had given him too much credit. Toby had never intended to set up any of the guest rooms for her; he

wanted her to sleep in his room instead.

Then again, she shouldn’t have been too surprised by this, given his past record of climbing into her bed in the

middle of the night while he was staying over at her place.

She wondered how far he would go just to sleep with her on the same bed and what other ungentlemanly tactics he

might employ to that end. He’s probably going to reenact the whole incident where he sneaked into my bed.

At the thought of this, she facepalmed like she was in utter disbelief before she sighed as she said in resignation,

“You know what, it’s fine. I’ll just have to make do.”

As she said this, she put a hand on the doorknob and twisted it. When the door swung open, she led the way into

the room.

Meanwhile, Toby’s eyes brightened when he saw that she agreed to sleep in his room. He practically flew after her,

and he would have glued himself to her like they were magnets if he could. He had been pretty worried earlier that

she would turn him down, but now that things were progressing in the direction he liked, he visibly relaxed.

Upon entering Toby’s room, Sonia immediately caught sight of his bed, which was large enough to fit several people

at once, and blushed. While she knew that intimacy was off the table tonight, she still found herself thinking about it

and the size of the bed didn’t help to quell her rampant thoughts.

She rubbed her temples and winced. This is all Toby’s fault. That pervert has been polluting my good senses with his

own impurity. Why else would I be having such thoughts as soon as I see the bed? Stop thinking about it. Stop right

now.

Then, she tapped her forehead with her knuckles, forcing herself to calm down by taking a deep breath.

At the sight of this, Toby quickly intervened to pull her hand away from her head and he looked serious as he asked,

“What’s wrong? Do you have a headache?”

“No,” Sonia answered. She squeezed out a faint smile and responded, “I just thought of some amusing things.”

“Amusing things?” He clearly did not understand what she meant by that.

She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. Okay, let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted.” A yawn followed her

statement, as though to prove her point.

Toby surveyed the fatigue on her face and the pale shadows beneath her eyes, and his heart twisted. He gently

ruffled her hair as he said endearingly, “Okay, let’s sleep.”

Sonia hummed softly, then lifted the covers before sliding beneath them.

While she did so, he rounded the bed to lie down on the other side before he reached out with an arm to pull her

into his embrace, his gesture so natural that one might think they had been sleeping together for the longest of

time, much like an old couple.

Her fingers brushed his arm, which was snug around her waist, and she felt her lips twitch in amusement. He’s a

complete natural. He didn’t even bother to ask before cuddling me. Apparently, he had none of the bashfulness

that came with the tender beginnings of a relationship, which was just another way of saying he was roguish.

She shook her head in mild exasperation but did not lift his arm off her, and took this unexpected gesture of

affection in stride.

She was already worn out from the day’s events, and her eyelids felt heavy as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Darkness was slowly washing over her, tempting her with rest.

All in all, she was desperate for sleep, and she couldn’t be bothered if the world collapsed on itself. Very quickly, she

could no longer resist the darkness that was beckoning her and she fell into a deep slumber. Her exhaustion was

evident in the sound of her breathing, which seemed louder than usual.

Toby, on the other hand, had only just woken up not too long ago, so it went without saying that he was a bundle of

energy. He lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand as he gazed at Sonia’s sleeping profile.

No matter how long he looked at her for, her face remained the same, and this was true even as she lay unmoving

on her side of the bed. However, he realized that he could not look away, and he was only growing more enamored

with her.

After what felt like a long moment, Sonia finally turned to her side. It was only then that Toby switched off the main

lights in the room, leaving only the yellow night light that illuminated the dark. Having done so, he slid beneath the

covers and closed his eyes contentedly.

The next day, Toby was woken up by the sound of a ringing phone.

He opened his eyes slowly and glanced at the woman in his arms.

Her eyes were still closed, and she was sleeping soundly, completely undisturbed by the incessant ringing of her

phone.

As he was worried that she would eventually be stirred from sleep if the ringing continued, Toby carefully propped

himself up and grabbed the phone from the nightstand.

It was Sonia’s phone that was ringing with an incoming call and the screen was flashing with Daphne’s name

displayed on it. With a quick swipe of his thumb, he put the call through and lowered his voice deliberately. “What?”

When Daphne heard this, she froze on the other line before she hastily pulled the phone away so she could look at

the screen. Having made sure that she had indeed called Sonia’s number and not someone else’s, she put the

phone back to her ear and asked cautiously, “P-President Fuller?”

Toby hummed in confirmation.

She sighed, relieved that it was indeed Toby on the phone. She had thought that it was some other man, and that

gave her a fright. Why is President Fuller the one answering Chairman Reed’s phone, though? And at such early

morning hours, too. Could they be…

The sudden realization that Toby and Sonia had spent the night together dawned upon Daphne, and all her doubts

dissipated instantly. She adjusted her black-frame glasses and asked delicately, “President Fuller, may I know

whether Chairman Reed is with you at the moment?”

“She’s still sleeping,” Toby answered impassively in his crisp morning voice, one hand pressing the phone to his ear

and the other toying with a strand of Sonia’s hair.

Daphne raised a brow. She’s still sleeping? She gave the clock on her office wall a cursory glance, and noted with

no small amount of astonishment that it was nearly 10:00A.M. Heavens, if Chairman Reed is still asleep at this hour,

that could only mean that she had quite the rough night with President Fuller! She’s probably too worn out to wake

up.

Not knowing that Daphne had sorely misunderstood, Toby continued in a clipped tone, “I could pass on a message

for you if you’d like. If it’s nothing urgent, I’ll get her to call you back as soon as she wakes up and you can talk to

her then.”

“That’s fine by me, President Fuller. Please get Chairman Reed to call me back when she’s awake. It’s nothing

particularly important or urgent,” Daphne replied courteously.

He nodded slightly. “Understood.” He hung up and set the phone down on the nightstand, then took his own phone

so he could call Tom.

At this moment, a pair of delicate hands darted out from under the covers and wrapped around Toby’s arm,

followed by a soft voice asking, “What time is it?”