Chapter 63: This Isn't a Trash Collection Center

Benjamin, with an icy demeanor, slowly adjusted his clothes, not even glancing at her, let alone answering her question. After fixing his appearance, he strode out of the master bedroom. Seeing Benjamin move in and out of her room as if it were his own, Sophia instantly flew into a rage, grabbing a pillow and hitting it frantically. Damn bastard! "Benjamin, do you think this is a trash collection center?!" How could he come and go as he pleased? Twenty minutes later, Sophia changed her clothes and went downstairs. Benjamin was having breakfast in the dining room, holding a coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other, fully embodying the role of the man of the house. Sophia pulled out a dining chair and sat down with a huff. Laura greeted her with a cheerful smile, "Good morning, Madam. We have ham and cheese for breakfast..." "You can leave," Sophia cut Laura off mid-sentence, her sharp and frosty gaze landing on Benjamin. The dining room atmosphere felt tense with a strong