Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 102

Crash!

About ten wine glasses were pushed to the ground by Charles. They all crashed against the floor, wine flowing all over the place. The smell of wine started to spread across the room.

When Sophia heard the crash of the glasses, her heart skipped a beat. She curled up her body subconsciously. Then, she saw Charles picking up a shard of glass and stabbing it into his thigh.

After a while, blood seeped through his suit.

Despite Charles’ face turning white, his expression never changed. He did not even make a sound.

Sophia hugged herself tightly. She could not stop shivering from fear. Cold sweat started to appear on her forehead.

Charles was savage to other people and was also savage toward himself. He just did not want to be controlled by the drug, so he started stabbing his thigh. Sophia wondered what would he do to her and her brother this time.

Thud.

Thud.

The sound of leather shoes on the floor was getting closer and closer.

Sophia watched as Charles’ cold face got closer and closer to her. The blood on her face had been drained completely. Every cell of her body was screaming at her to run, but all of her limbs were noodles. She could not move. It was as if she had been stuck to the floor by glue.

She was terrified.

She did not know whether the shard in Charles’ hand would end up in her right leg and completely paralyze her leg.

Clank!

When the shard of glass made contact with the floor, Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. Then, it started jumping furiously again. It was as if it was going to leap out of her chest.

She moved her lips to beg for mercy. However, the scene of him breaking her leg cruelly kept replaying in her head. She felt as if ants were crawling all over her throat. She could not say anything.

Charles picked her up. He did not even look at her. He threw her outside the room and slammed the door shut.

It was about four in the afternoon. It was the peak hour in Dream Club. There were no customers in the corridor, but there were a janitor cleaning and two PR ladies walking toward her while chatting.

The three of them saw Sophia and were stunned. The janitor stopped cleaning and the two stopped chatting. They all looked at her in shock.

Someone took out their phone, but perhaps they were scared of Sophia since she was a murderer, so they put away their phones timidly. No photos nor videos were taken.

Sophia crossed her arms across her chest. Her long legs were crossed tightly. She lowered her head to try to cover her pale face with her hair. Her limbs were as cold as her heart. It was as if the blood in her body had stopped flowing.

She licked her dried lips and tried to use her limp hand to open the door of the room. However, it had been locked from inside. She could not open it at all.

Her brother was not here. She could only go back to her dorm naked.

Sophia took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. She walked under the shocked and confused eyes of the three people there. She did not know whether they were amused watching her make a fool out of herself or whether they were feeling pity for her.

Ding!

The sound of the elevator.

Sophia stopped walking. Her face was white. Her body could not stop shaking. Was she really going to walk around in Dream Club naked like a joke for everyone to see?