Chapter 363

Sophia stood with her back against Nicole in the corridor as she stared at the scenery outside through the window.

“Are you not planning to leave Mr. Harris?” Nicole walked to her side and watched the scenery outside. “Dad is already treating you so badly now, imagine if he finds out that Mr. Harris is involved in this...”

She did not continue.

“I already gave it a good thought. I don’t believe that Charles would do something like this. Anyway, he’s coming by to pick me up later, so please don’t talk about this anymore, Nicole,” Sophia said with a frown.

Nicole gave her a wary look. After a long pause, she replied, “Alright, just think about it. The kids are still at home, I have to go now.”

“Alright.” Sophia wanted to say more, but as soon as the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them back down and merely nodded her head.

Nicole gently patted her shoulder and turned to leave.

The weather was nice today. There were no signs of clouds in the azure blue sky, and even the sun felt warmer than usual. However, Sophia’s heart was the exact opposite. Her thoughts were a mess and she felt as if gloomy clouds were casting down upon her head.

She could not care less about what her father thought of her, but what about Ster?

If Nicole told Ster that Charles was somehow related to Mom’s suicide, would he still treat her the same?

Before she even thought about Ster, what about herself? If Charles truly had a hand in prompting Mom to commit suicide, could she go against her guilty conscience and stay with him?

“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold?” Charles’ voice came from behind.

Knowing that it would take half an hour to travel from the office to the hospital, Sophia just realized that she had been standing here for a very long time.

She finally recollected her thoughts and turned around to face him. “Nope, let’s go.”

Charles’ eyes paused on her flushed hands as he frowned slightly. He walked up to her and held her hands in his to warm them up, then he gently blew on her hands.

“You silly girl, couldn’t you have looked for a warmer spot to wait for me?” After making sure that she was warmed up, he tucked her hands into his coat pockets and began walking toward the elevator.

Although Sophia’s hands felt warm now, her heart still felt chilly. “The room was too stuffy, so I came out to take a breather.”

“Your leg hasn’t fully recovered, don’t hang about somewhere cold.” Charles touched her hand in his pocket and looked down at her. “Does your other hand still feel cold?”

Not at all. He had just warmed them up mere seconds ago.

However, Sophia still stopped in her tracks and raised her other hand. “Yes.”

Charles looked at her for a long while before sighing. Then, he proceeded to take off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

The heat from his body that strayed on the coat along with the mild scent of his cologne oddly made her feel at ease. Sophia slid her hands into the sleeves and hesitated slightly before pulling his hand into the pockets.

The two of them got into the elevator. Charles circled Sophia in his arms to avoid her bumping into the crowd.

Sophia looked up at him and noticed the shadow cast beneath his luscious lashes. His lips were pursed tightly, seemingly trying to restrain himself.

After being with him for so many years, she knew well that he hated other people’s touch...

Ding!

The elevator arrived at their floor.

Charles got out of the elevator with Sophia still in his arms. Before they walked out, she could hear several women whispering about them.

“What a good-looking couple, they look perfect together!”

“They’ll certainly have beautiful babies! Ah, why can’t I be their child?”

“Look how much the handsome boyfriend adores his girlfriend. His hands have turned red from the cold, yet he still gave her his coat!”

“His girlfriend isn’t short either, yet the coat is still long enough that it almost touches the ground. How cute...”

They slowly walked further and further away until Sophia no longer heard their whispers.

After getting into the car, she fastened her seatbelt. “Charles?”

“Yeah?” Charles started the engine and turned to look at her. The afterglow of the setting sun shone upon his face, shrouding him in a golden halo that made him look as beautiful as a painting.

Sophia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him. “Can you give me Mr. Johnson’s number?”

Then, she told him what happened today.

“I’ll send it to you when we get home.” Charles turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the traffic.

Home?

Sophia did not know how she felt about the word, whether it held bitterness or sweetness...

Was Charles capable of giving her a real home?

When the two arrived at Bamboo Virtues Village, both Yvette and Mr. Harris were there. Each one was seated at one end of the sofa. They seemed as if they just had an argument.

“Soph, you’re back!” Yvette smiled when she saw Sophia. “How’s your leg?”

Charles helped Sophia remove her coat as she answered, “I just need to continue treatment for a little longer and it’ll be as good as new.”

“Does she not have hands? Why do you have to help her remove her coat?” Mr. Harris sneered. “Good for her, then. Though Leah’s leg, on the other hand, is completely ruined.”

Charles hung the two coats on the clothes stand in the corner and helped Sophia to the sofa. “I can spoil my woman however I like, or do you expect me to share with you my favorite sex positions as well?”

“Charles Harris!” Mr. Harris stood up with a stern expression.

Charles took a seat beside Sophia and replied in a cool tone, “If I don’t bother you about the things you do, you have no right to meddle in mine either. Otherwise, whether it’s Aunt Lewis or that celebrity you’re hiding in England, they might have some trouble coming their way.”

Yvette poured herself a cup of tea and gracefully took a sip as if none of this had anything to do with her.

“Are you threatening me?” Mr. Harris narrowed his eyes.

Charles clapped his hands twice and smiled. “Aren’t you being very clear now?”

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

Chapter 362 Anyhow, It’s A Difficult Time Mr. Harris held his stare for a while before sitting back down again. Although the expression on his face proved that he was still upset, he was less overbearing than before.

“What do you want for dinner?” Charles asked.

Before Sophia could answer, Mr. Harris replied first, “It won’t be too late for you to discuss dinner after I leave.”

“Did I invite you over? It’s good enough that I’m not shooing an unwelcome guest like you away, yet you still have the nerve to interrupt our dinner?”

Charles asked.

The father and son had always bickered like this, but with Sophia present today, Mr. Harris felt slightly embarrassed to be put in this position. “I’m your father!”

“You don’t even act like one, so stop playing this card with me.” Charles loosened his tie as his eyes darkened. “If you want to stay here, you should perhaps speak less.”

Mr. Harris’ brows were knitted closely together, his face as bright as a tomato.

He took a deep breath, and with the calmest tone he could muster, he said, “I just want to talk to you about two things, it won’t take up much time...”

“Don’t spoil it for me. Let me guess.” Charles leaned back on the sofa and looked at him. “Firstly, Aunt Lewis talked to you about Leah and she wants you to give me and Sophia a good scolding, is that right?”

Mr. Harris’ eyes flashed. “Leah has already admitted her wrongdoings regarding the car accident in the past, and besides, the Jones family already punished her enough by exiling her from the company. Yet, you and Sophia forced her to commit suicide. Don’t you think you’re too much?”