Poof! Wife Status, ERASED

Chapter 16 You're the One Who Matters

The rest of the filming went smoothly.

After two years, Grace Williams made a triumphant return to Hollywood with her comeback project.

The night before the trailer release, Sophia Holt dragged her exhausted body to the wrap party. But before long, she fell asleep on the sofa in the private lounge, feeling unwell.

When she woke up, the lively atmosphere had faded, leaving only a familiar figure working on a laptop, keeping watch over her.

Christopher Holt wore a simple black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, glasses perched on his nose as he focused on his work. Sophia studied him for a moment before realizing her shoes had been removed, and the jacket draped over her carried a faint scent of sandalwood.

"Awake?"

Christopher closed his laptop and moved to help her with her shoes.

"I can do it myself."

"Hungry?" He handed her a paper bag. "What do you want to eat? The restaurant staff has already left, but I can cook for you."

Lately, Sophia had been haunted by unsettling dreams and had been avoiding him. She opened her mouth to decline, but her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl.

Mortified, her ears burned red.

Christopher chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Wait here."

After he left, Sophia suddenly felt a familiar warmth between her legs. She reached for her bag, only to realize she had run out of tampons.

On impulse, she peeked into the paper bag—and sure enough, it was stocked with sanitary pads and tampons of every brand.

How did he even notice?

She couldn't believe it.

By the time she finished changing and stepped out, a plate of vegetable dumplings was already waiting on the table.

"Eat a little so you don't starve?"

She shuffled to the chair and gave him a small nod.

Christopher was a skilled cook—every dish was perfectly seasoned and aromatic. But Sophia found herself thinking that, in the past, he had been far more tempting than any meal.

With a sudden burst of courage, she pushed her plate toward him after a few bites.

"I can't finish this."

Sophia had grown up under her aunt Elizabeth's strict rule, often going hungry as a child. Even now, no matter how much wealth she accumulated, sharing food remained her first instinct when letting someone into her life.

Christopher paused mid-click, glanced at her for two silent seconds, then took the chopsticks from her with a pleased smile, finishing what she couldn't.

After dinner, he drove her home—or what was supposed to be home.

In reality, it was just an apartment she had rented upon arriving in the city. She had spent most of her time on set and barely returned.

The problem? The utilities were cut off, and the landlord had changed the locks.

"Come home with me."

It wasn't until she stepped into Christopher's house that she realized something was off.

Everything—from the toiletries to the room decor—was tailored to her preferences.

Her favorite products from old vlogs, brands she had endorsed, even the exact skincare she always used.

The space was so perfectly suited to her that she slept soundly that night.

The next morning, the dining table was laden with her favorite breakfast.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

Christopher turned to ask but quickly resumed flipping pancakes.

Sophia didn't answer. Instead, she walked up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Christopher… thank you."

He froze, processing her words for a few seconds before abruptly turning off the stove and lifting her onto the kitchen counter.

"Don't thank me."

"Sophia, I treat you well because I want to. Don't do anything out of obligation—"

Before he could finish, soft lips pressed against his.

By the time she pulled away, Christopher was still stunned.

When he didn't react, Sophia, flustered, tried to slip away—only to be hauled back into his arms.

His response was clumsy but fervent, a kiss that left her breathless.

Grace's film trailer dropped soon after, igniting a global frenzy.

Back in Oceanview City, the news undoubtedly caused an uproar.

Meanwhile, now that he had Sophia's affection, Christopher was ready to marry her on the spot.

But as the lead actress, Sophia had promotional obligations—something Christopher never involved himself in. So he decided to return home first and share the happy news with his grandmother.

"You're the only Holt heir, yet you ran off to Hollywood to fool around. I don't know how Grandma Holt agreed to it."

"Fool around?" Christopher brought a bowl of bird's nest soup to her lips, blowing on it gently. "To me, you're the one who matters."

That night, curled against him, Sophia idly traced his fingers when he suddenly said, "When we go back, I'll make sure everyone who ever hurt you pays for it."