The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!-Chapter 942: Where Is She? (6)

Sophie’s face was full of surprise: "Of course! Quickly let him in!"

After speaking, she hurriedly checked herself in the mirror, patted her dress, and touched her hair, ensuring her appearance was perfect.

Carlos revealed a knowing smile: "Our Miss Sophie has grown up."

A suitable blush rose to Sophie’s face as she left the room and entered the parlor.

Yan Sijue was already in the room.

He stood there in a deep gray trench coat, complementing his tall stature and legs, his demeanor imposing.

Sophie’s heart started to pound.

"Mr. Yan." She smiled and greeted him, her etiquette impeccable.

Yan Sijue turned to look at her, his face appearing calm, his dark eyes unfathomably deep.

Such a gaze made Sophie inexplicably frightened.

"Mr. Yan, I heard you were sick a few days ago. How is your health now?" She hurriedly squeezed out a concerned smile, asking.

"I’ve recovered, no need to worry." Yan Sijue’s voice was deep and slightly hoarse.

"That’s good." After speaking, Sophie bit her lip, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Only at this moment did she realize, his wife was indirectly killed by her! Given her status, he couldn’t do anything to her, but... how could he develop any liking for someone like herself?

Suddenly, Sophie realized she might have made a huge mistake!

"Miss Sophie." Yan Sijue stepped closer to her, his voice gentle, seemingly without any intention of holding her accountable, "I would like to ask you for a favor."

"What favor? Please tell me." She raised her head, slightly relieved, "As long as I can help you, I certainly won’t refuse."

"That would be best." Yan Sijue curved his lips slightly, "Surely you have the crew list of the Laura from that day, right? Could you give me a copy?"

Sophie was momentarily stunned: "What do you need this for?"

"Is it possible?" Yan Sijue casually pressed, his tone already bearing a sense of pressure.

"Of course." Sophie stammered a bit, "Please leave your email, and I’ll have Carlos send you the list shortly."

"Thank you. Well, I’ll take my leave." Yan Sijue spoke, moving past her to leave the parlor.

"Wait." Sophie hadn’t expected his purpose to be so simple, unable to resist calling out to him, "Mr. Yan, is there nothing else?"

Yan Sijue turned back, suddenly smiled: "What does Miss Sophie think my other purpose might be?"

Sophie opened her mouth, unable to say anything.

"My wife’s life or death is still unknown. Until I’m certain of her safety, I won’t act, so you can rest easy for now." Yan Sijue spoke word by word.

Sophie involuntarily took a step back, a look of terror in her eyes.

"Are... are you planning to retaliate against me? It wasn’t me who killed your wife! It was her own misfortune!" She raised her voice, but her panicked expression and trembling voice still revealed her inner fear and guilt.

Yan Sijue chuckled softly: "Is that so?"

His gaze was extremely profound, almost tangible as it swept across her face, then he indifferently withdrew his gaze, continuing to stride forward.

He had taken this trip specifically to ascertain one thing: whether Sophie had any possibility of acting.

But as it turned out, this little girl didn’t have such deep scheming.

Yan Sijue thought for a long time afterwards, finally realizing one thing: Since the only ship passing by the small island at the time was the Laura, could it be possible that Yiliang was actually on the ship?