Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 117

At almost six o'clock in the evening, Sophia ran into William in the private room, or perhaps the other party had come to her intentionally.

William sat alone in the corner of the huge private room with the lights switched off. The private room was very dim, and there were wine glasses scattered in a disorderly manner in front of him.

The pungent smell of alcohol filled the entire private room, choking Sophia so badly that she could not stop frowning. She glanced at the man who was already drunk, then turned around and walked out. She did not want to see him. She could swap with her colleagues and ask them to come over instead.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" William was swaying back and forth as he stood up while pointing a beer bottle at her.

Sophia lowered her head. "I walked into the wrong room. Someone will come and serve you in a while, Mr. Jones."

"You didn’t walk into the wrong room. I was the one who summoned you!" William threw the bottle on the table and walked to her side with intoxicated, hazy eyes. His hand was suspended on top of her head before he retracted it again.

He sat down and patted the seat next to him. His voice was slightly guttural and suppressed. "Come and sit here."

Sophia did not move. She looked up at him and asked instead, "What do you need, Mr. Jones?"

"I asked you to sit here, didn't you hear me?!" William raised his voice a little. His amber eyes were stained with wisps of blood from drinking too much.

Sophia remained rooted to the spot. After a while, she sneered at him. "If you’re calling me here just to throw a drunken fit, then I’m sorry, I cannot keep you company, Mr. Jones."

Having said that, she turned around and walked toward the door.

At the sight of this, William sprung up from his seat and took large strides toward her, reaching in just a few steps with his long legs. He slammed the door shut and pinned her against the door, his eyes boring into hers.

The pungent smell of alcohol on his body enveloped Sophia's entire being. She pushed him but could not budge him. "Please behave yourself, Mr. Jones."

"Behave myself?" William squeezed these two words from the gap between his teeth. It seemed as though the anger in his heart had been ignited because of her words. He seized her wrist, spraying her face with his breath full of alcohol. "You were thrown out naked, and here you are asking me to behave myself?!"

"!" Sophia's pupils contracted. She bit her lip and exerted all her strength to shove William away.

He grasped her wrist so hard that it was starting to bruise. She frowned and moved her wrist a few times.

After Sophia shoved William away, he staggered and crashed to the ground. He held the ground for support and swayed to his feet, glaring at her with a disappointed and furious gaze. "So what they said is true. You seduced Charles, didn’t you?"

He sauntered toward her and clasped his hands on her shoulders. His voice was slightly higher than before. "Answer me!"

Sophia detested his interrogating tone. She shoved him away and stood a little further away. "Yes."

She gave him a cold stare and said in a distant manner, “It does not concern you whether this is true or not."

The Jones siblings were dog poo that she could not wait to keep away from. They stink even from a distance away and were stinky, sticky, and disgusting to the touch from a close distance.

Sophia had no intention of getting entangled with William anymore lest Audrey or the Jones press charges on her for seducing William.

She turned her head and left. As her hand reached the doorknob, a slender and fair hand was one step ahead of her as it slammed the door shut with a bang.

Sophia frowned, stifling her surging rage. She said, "Mr. Jones, what are you doi..."