"Why do I want him to forgive me? He clearly likes another woman yet continues to watch me as I pursue him like this is some kind of joke. Heâs the one who should apologize, no?" Megan frowned and asked.
Sophia fell silent.
"Also, heâs treating me as a backup lover, isnât he? He should be grateful I didnât call him a scumbag!" Megan rolled her eyes.
"No." Sophia licked her dry lips. The lipstick felt bitter in her mouth. "If this is a special case whereby you must obtain his forgiveness, what will you do?"
Megan looked straight at her. Her expression changed back and forth unpredictably. She did not speak for a long time.
"It's getting late. I'm going to wash up now." Sophia did not get an answer. Her eyes darkened as she got up to grab her toothbrush cup.
"Can I ask you a question first?" Megan got out of bed and stood in her way. Before she could answer, Megan continued, "If my guess is right, you used to pursue Mr. Harris last time, and because he likes Ms. Jones, you hit Ms. Jones with your car and infuriated Mr. Harris. Thatâs why youâre..."
Sophia frowned and reached out to push her aside. "Stop making wild guesses. Let me pass."
"If my guess is wrong, then will you care to explain how an ordinary person like you knows people like Mr. Harris, Ms. and Mr. Jones? Moreover, you are often picked on in the club, yet you donât resist nor change your job... It's not that you refuse to change, but you can't leave, am I right?" Megan was still standing in front of her and would not budge an inch. There was an astonishing glow in her eyes.
Sophia pursed her lips and looked straight at her. "Just treat it as though I didn't ask the question earlier."
She was considered to have admitted tacitly.
"So youâre... really James' daughter? The Whitesâ daughter?" Megan swallowed and questioned with much difficulty.
Sophia's eyes darkened. It felt as though she was swallowing a bitter pill. "Not anymore."
The Whites had disowned her.
She pushed the astonished and incredulous-looking Megan aside, then grabbed her toothbrush cup, facial cleanser, and makeup remover into the bathroom.
As she looked at herself when she was brushing her teeth in the mirror, she realized that her eye makeup had smudged without her realizing it. It was a dark patch, making her look like a clown.
She spent half an hour washing up. Sophia opened the bathroom door quietly and realized that Megan had not gone to bed yet and was currently waiting for her at the door.
"I have a few suggestions, Sophia. I don't know if it will work, though." Megan's eyes were sparkling, a little less natural than usual and with a smidge more of cautious ingratiation.
"Donât tell me if you donât know whether it will work or not." Sophia set her toothbrush cup and facial cleanser on the table, paused for a moment, and said, "The Whites have cut off all ties with me."
She could not give Megan any material or non-material benefits, so it was useless for the other party to be obsequious toward her.
Megan thought nothing of it and said, "Youâre their biological daughter after all. How can they break off all ties with you just like that? Maybe you getting imprisoned had Ja..."
She wanted to say James, but glanced at Sophia and restructured her words again and continued, "Had Mr. White feeling slightly ashamed. When he has untied the knot in his heart, Iâm sure heâll let you go home by then."
Sophia wiped her face with a towel and sat on the bed silently.
Megan's intention could not be any more obvious. She was trying to help her out right now so she would then owe her a favor. Even when she told Megan that it was impossible to mend her relationship with the Whites, Megan would still not believe her.
"Nothing is absolute in this world. How do you know when you havenât even tried? Maybe youâll succeed after giving it a try?" Megan walked up to her, put her hands on her knees, and bent over to stare at her.
Sophia's eyelashes trembled a few times. She lifted her eyelids and asked gently, "Whatâs your suggestion?"
The two discussed a lot of things. The sky was already turning bright when they went to bed. Fortunately, both of them did not need to go to work until three in the afternoon.
"Sophia, the manager wants you at her office. She has something to tell you!" Someone came looking for Sophia as soon as the dormitory door opened.
Sophia wiped off the excess lipstick at the corner of her mouth with a cotton swab before smiling mildly at the comer. âI got it. Thank you."
The person at the door said that there was no need to thank her before leaving again in a hurry.
"Many people are afraid of you now." Megan was putting on a new bra. After putting it on, she realized that the push-up effect was not very good, so she took it off again and replaced it with another one.
Sophiaâs hand trembled, and her eyeliner was crooked. She wiped off her eyeliner and redrew it. "Why arenât you afraid, then?"
"If a woman has been domestically abused by her husband for a long time and accidentally killed her husband one day when her husband nearly strangled her to death, then sheâs also considered a murderer. Iâm not afraid of a murderer like that, but Iâm afraid of her husband." Megan got out of bed once she was done dressing up.
Sophia smiled. "What a novel way to put it."
"Say, why do you think the manager is looking for you?" Megan leaned closer to her and changed the subject. "It seems like thereâs always something to do with Mr. Harris every time the manager summons you to her office. Do you think Mr. Harris has anything to do with it again this time?"
Sophia placed her eyeshadow palette back to its original position. Her eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. "I don't know."
"You remember what we said last night, right?" Megan sat on Sophia's bed and asked cautiously.
Sophia fell silent for a while before responding with a soft âMhmmâ.
"That's good, then." Seeing that she listened, Megan let out a long sigh of relief. There were lights dancing in the depth of her eyes. "I will try my best to prepare the things you need by tomorrow so as to not hold you up."
Sophia scrunched up her eyebrows. She closed her eyes and said, "Thereâs no rush in that. If it still doesn't work, then I will... seduce him."
She did not want to continue this topic further and stood up. "The manager is still waiting for me. I'm leaving now."
"Remember to behave more gently in front of Mr. Harris. Men like obedient women. If it doesnât work, then act a little pettish and coquettish. If he doesnât reject you the first time, that means heâs still quite interested in you," Megan whispered to her whilst tugging her hand.
Sophia pursed her lips and responded with an âMhmmâ before leaving for the managerâs office.
When she pushed the door in, Marie had her hands propped up on the table. Her face was radiating with an affectionate glow. There were roaring waves in front of her as she stood facing Charles who was sitting upright behind the managerâs desk.
She could not tell what the two of them were talking about, but the atmosphere was a pretty pleasant one. She could tell from the smile on his face.
Sophia had pursued Charles so brazenly for so many years, yet not once had he ever smiled at her like that.
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 55 Yes, I Canât Get Her Out Of My Head She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, lowered her head, and greeted softly, "Mr. Harris, Marie."
"Youâre here." Marie straightened up her body and leaned against the table lazily, asking with a smile, "Do you know how to make tea?"
"I have a rough idea." Charles liked to drink tea, so she attended classes on tea ceremony. It was a shame that no matter how much she did for him, she still could not compare to Leah in his heart.
Marie raised her eyes, looking charming and graceful. "Perfect. The water is about to boil. Go and make tea for Mr. Harris. I still have something to do, so I will go out first."
"Okay." Seeing that Charles did not refuse, Sophia responded and walked over to make tea.
Marie glanced at the two of them, let out a vague smile, and sashayed out gracefully.
Soon, the tea aroma started rising in spirals, gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind.
"Hereâs your tea, Mr. Harris." Sophia set the cup of tea on the table, lowered her head, and took two steps back.
Charles glanced at her indifferently. He then picked up the tea and blew on it before taking a sip.
It was the same tea, yet she was the only one who could make the tea taste like that.