Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 125

Clara stopped in her tracks after hearing what he said and trotted over to the two of them, stretching out her neck to look at Charles' trouser leg. If she was not so apprehensive of him, then she would have opened up his trouser leg to take a closer look.

Sophia, however, did not even stop walking. She minded her own business and walked toward the direction where the car was parked, totally unconcerned to the things happening behind her.

Charles looked at Sophia's back, frowning in an almost imperceptible manner. He said, "I’m okay."

Zachary followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows. He dashed toward Sophia and stopped her in her tracks. "Ms. White, I need to send Clara home and then head to the office to handle something after that. I really don’t have the time to send Charles to the hospital. Why don't you go to the hospital with him and check it out?"

"I think I heard Mr. Harris saying that he’s okay," Sophia said mildly.

Zachary went around her and looked at Charles, coughing slightly. "Charles, your wound is bleeding again. I think it’s best that you go to the hospital to get it checked in case of any sequela. What do you think?"

Charles paused for a moment and pretended to look natural as he swept his gaze over Sophia who was standing not far away. "That sounds like a good idea."

"I’m sorry, I have to get up for work tomorrow morning. I don't have time either. Goodbye." Sophia finished her sentence, giving Zachary no chance to persuade her to stay as she hailed a cab straight away and got in.

After she closed the door, Clara quickly walked around to the other side and got in the car. She then rolled down the window and said to Zachary in a delightful tone, "You don’t have to send me home since you’re so busy, Zachary. It’s the same if I take the cab home with Sophia!"

Then, she said to Charles in an overcautious and low voice, "Goodbye, Mr. Harris."

Charles did not utter a word. He stared at Sophia's side profile as she sat in the car, his thin lips in a tight purse. Something was seemingly tossing and turning in the depth of his eyes.

Sophia sat in the car but did not turn her head to look at him nor speak to him even though she could feel his gaze on her.

"Where are you getting down, Ms. Robertson?" She turned to look at Clara sitting next to her and asked.

Clara answered hurriedly, "City hall. I'll go to the city hall… and get off at the bus stop there!"

"Mister, we’ll go to the city hall bus stop, then to Dream Club, thank you." Sophia turned to her side, crossed over Clara, and rolled up the window on her side.

The driver replied, put the car into gear, and disappeared at the first intersection.

It was not until the cab had vanished from his sight that Charles finally drew back his gaze.

Zachary stretched his body and pushed his glasses, asking, "Are we still going to the hospital?"

Charles walked toward the spot where the car was parked, leaving him with a view of his back. "A little bleeding won’t kill me."

"You said it yourself. Don’t say that I’m heartless." Zachary caught up with him in just a few steps and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Charles, let’s pick up where we left off earlier. As a gold medal lawyer, I’m all about seeking the truth."

The two were talking about the cause of Charles and Sophia's conflict earlier when Clara, that brat, came rushing in before he could hear his answer.

Charles had walked to the side of the Mercedes. He frowned and said to him, "Open the door."

Zachary opened the door with his car key and climbed into the driver's seat, whereas Charles walked around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat.

"Charles, what did Sophia do to you two years ago? If you don't tell me, then I’ll keep making wild guesses and worry about it all day long." Zachary was in no rush to drive but turned his head and asked the question.

Charles' expression sank slightly. The lights in the car were switched off. There were only colorful lights streaming in. It was hard to see his expression in the dimly-lit car.

After being friends for many years, Zachary knew better than to keep asking. He pushed his glasses and said earnestly, "If you still can't forget her, then you should forgive her for the mistakes she made in the past. Why bother torturing yourself?"

"Who says I can't forget her." Charles frowned and answered without a single hesitation.