Chapter 214

“Sterling was asking me when I’m leaving tonight. He wants to visit the place where I’m staying now.” Sophia grabbed the hem of her skirt, a slight tremor in her voice.

Charles raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Sophia swallowed unnaturally, her heartbeat wild and deafening in her ears.

What was that supposed to mean?

“Harris, don’t be too cocky!” Sterling glared at Charles with his bloodshot eyes. “Even if Sophia is your girlfriend, there’s no need for her to tell you everything she told me! She’s a human, not your pet!”

Charles glanced at him mildly, his eyes dark and fathomless. “Besides shouting, what else can you do?”

“That’s none of your business!” Sterling gritted.

Charles snorted softly, “Good-for-nothing.”

“Who’s a good-for-nothing? I dare you to say that again...” Sterling never had a good impression of Charles. Even if a strand of his hair fell on the ground, Sterling felt it would affect his mood greatly.

“Be quiet!” Nicole covered his mouth and chastised before turning to look at Charles, “Sterling drank some wine just now. I think he’s a bit drunk.”

Sterling wanted to struggle, but when he saw Sophia’s furrowed brows, he snorted and pushed Nicole’s hand away, and fell silent with a sullen face.

“I don’t know when I’ll be leaving tonight.” Sophia continued with the act and said, “Besides, Sterling’s injuries are not fully healed yet. It’s okay to visit another day.”

Sterling glared at Charles’s face and hummed his assent with an ugly expression.

“Mr. White and Madam White have looked in this direction several times. Sterling and Nicole should go and accompany them.” Sophia was afraid that her brother might accidentally reveal some things if he continued to stay.

Obviously, Nicole agreed with her sentiments. “Before coming, they mentioned that they will introduce some people to us. Sophia, we’ll take our leave then.”

Sophia nodded.

Nicole pushed Sterling away, but Sterling kept glancing back at her from his wheelchair.

“You’re just apart for a little while but your brother already misses you so much. He seems to be exceptionally concerned about you today.” Charles stared at Sterling’s back. Sophia was unsure if she had imagined it, but the word “exceptionally’ seemed to be emphasized by Charles.

With a thud of her heartbeat, Sophia’s arms hung weakly on both sides. “My brother has always been good to me, unlike some people, blowing hot and cold all the time.”

Charles looked down at her. The sunlight came in through the window, casting a shadow on his shirt collar.

“What, am I wrong?” Sophia looked up at him, beads of sweat forming on her nose.

Charles’s throat tightened at the sight of her. He stretched out his hand and pushed the unruly hair from her forehead behind her ears. “I won’t do that again.”

Sophia frowned, not used to this sort of intimate behavior. She took a few steps back and stood about one meter away from him.

Their eyes clashed but no one spoke, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

“I’ve found you at last!” An arm slung over Sophia’s shoulder and long fingernails pierced into her skin. “You b*tch!”

Sophia turned around and saw Tiffany Lawrence behind her, dressed as a bride, her exquisitely made-up face full of triumph and menace.

She felt some pain in her shoulder. Expressionlessly, she stretched out her hand and wanted to push Tiffany’s troublesome arm away, but someone was a step faster and pushed Tiffany away.

Tiffany was about to complain about the rough gesture, but when she saw the person who pushed her away, she swallowed the words that were just about to come out.

“Apologize to her.” Charles stood beside Sophia, looking at the red marks on her shoulder. His eyes darkened as if covered by stormy clouds.

“I’m sorry!” Tiffany apologized reflexively. Very quickly, however, she seemed to have recalled something and said boldly, “I belong to Master Lewis now, no longer a hostess at the Dream Club. Why do I have to apologize to her just because you told me to?”

Charles narrowed his eyes and smirked.

“It’s just an apology. It’s not a big deal!” The sweat on Tiffany’s forehead dripped. “B*tch... Sophia, the wedding is about to begin. Take a good look at it! You’ll be sitting in the first row later!”

On the sidelines, the onlookers watched the events with great enthusiasm and a mixture of glee or sympathy.

“The bride was here just now, why is she here again?

“Master Lewis had had a good reputation all his life, and now it’s going to be ruined by this young wife of his!”

“Since the announcement of his marriage, he and the Jones’ family have become a laughing stock!”

“This woman by the name of Tiffany Lawrence is so vulgar and brainless. What does Master Lewis like about her?”

When Leah pushed the wheelchair over, she overheard the whispers of the guests. The smile on her face turned stiff, she quickly turned the wheelchair around and squeezed her way through the crowd to approach Sophia.

William was just beside her and naturally heard the comments too. His face was also quite unpleasant.

“Miss Lawrence, the wedding is about to begin. You should be going out now,” Leah said gently.

Tiffany was already angry from her bout with Sophia, so she kicked the wheelchair and yelled, “Don’t you think I know it’s about to start? What’s the hurry, d*mn cripple!”

With that said, she turned and glared fiercely at Sophia before leaving.

Sophia ignored Tiffany. Instead, she watched as Leah was kicked and the wheelchair moved backward, not concealing her happiness at that sight.

Charles looked down at her, vision paused on the corners of her upturned lips before moving away again.

“Leah, are you okay?” William grabbed hold of the wheelchair and asked anxiously.

Leah was pale, looking frail and weak, “I’m fine, Will. It’s just a kick, don’t worry.”

“That woman is simply too unreasonable!” William looked at the shoe print on the corner of her skirt, his handsome face dark with anger. “I’ll find grandfather!”

Sophia was not interested in their affectionate display, so she turned around and left. Charles also did not say a word to the siblings and followed behind her.

“Charles, Sophia, please wait a minute.” Leah looked at their backs, the hands on the handles of the wheelchair tightened, and she called out to them softly.

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 213 I Should Have Stabbed Him To Death The Last Time Sophia stopped and looked back at her. She paused for a moment before taking Charles’s hand, lowering her head to play with his fingers.

William snorted loudly at their intimate display as an odd feeling welled up inside him.

“I saw your unpleasant incident with Miss Lawrence just now. If she said or did anything inappropriate, I’ll apologize on her behalf.” Leah glanced at Sophia’s hands that were entwined with Charles’ and said sincerely.