Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 155

After noticing the strange look in Aunt Lucy's gaze, Charles withdrew his gaze nonchalantly and looked out the window with a calm countenance.

"... Mm." Sophia hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "I know my limits."

Aunt Lucy did not trust her and was still quite worried.

However, her sister-in-law, Victor's mother, had bombarded her with more than 20 messages on WeChat within five minutes, so she had no choice but to rush over and pick her up with Victor.

As soon as the door closed, the ward fell silent immediately.

Sophia was sitting on the hospital bed looking down at the ground without a word, whereas Charles looked down at her in silence. The atmosphere was slightly strange.

"Still want to drink this?" Charles walked over to the table more than ten minutes later and broke the silence.

Sophia’s head remained lowered. She replied in a detached manner, "No. Thank you, Mr. Harris."

The ward fell silent again.

"Mr. Harris, please leave if there isn’t anything else that you want to say. I’d like to have some rest." Sophia grabbed the sheets and raised her head to look at him but quickly lowered her head again.

Charles walked to the side of the bed and raised her chin with his well-defined hand. "This seems to be your favorite excuse."

"You have gotten the wrong idea, Mr. Harris. This is not an excuse." Sophia stood up, took a few steps back, and widened the distance between them. Her head remained lowered. "How can people who are often sick compare to you, Mr. Harris? We get tired and drowsy easily."

The smooth sensation of her chin lingered on his fingertips. Charles twisted his fingertips calmly and took a few steps forward. The distance between the two closed up again to 20 centimeters.

"What else do you have apart from pulmonary edema and leg disease?" He bent his waist slightly, his gaze stopping on the scar on her eyebrow. He felt a pang in his heart as though he was being stabbed by needles.

Maybe... he did like her?

Just like what Leah, Zachary, and his mother said?

The two were very close, so close that Sophia’s eyelashes would brush his face if she raised her eyelids. Heat sprayed on her face when he breathed, making her frown.

“Whether I have any other illnesses or not does not concern you, Mr. Harris." Sophia stepped back and opened up the distance between the two again until her back was up against the wall.

She looked at him and drove him away this time without the least bit of subtly. "I want to rest now. Please go back, Mr. Harris."

"Sophia." The color of Charles' eyes slowly darkened. He moved forward step by step, propping up his right hand on her side and calling out to her in a slightly cool manner.

Sophia licked her dry lips. The cold wall behind her and his blazing hot body in front of her made her extremely uncomfortable. She peered up at his indifferent and good-looking face, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Even though she refused to admit it, she was truly terrified of him.

Even though her rationality told her to not be afraid, her body remembered the pain he once caused her. Fearing him had become something that had been etched in her bones.

Click.

At this very moment, the door opened.

"I’m here to see you, Sophia. Are you feeling better now?" Clara hopped in carrying flowers in her arms. When she saw the two who were almost glued together in the ward, she was first astonished and in utter disbelief. She then flushed crimson almost instantaneously.

Charles turned his head and glanced at her, then straightened up his body. He turned to face her. Sophia, on the other hand, pursed her lips, walked a few steps to the hospital bed, and sat down.

"You… You..." Clara was as red as a tomato. She looked at the two with twinkling eyes, and her face turned redder. She then gritted her teeth and said to Charles, "I came to visit Sophia today. You… should go and take a cold shower!"

Charles did not understand what she meant by that the first time she said it. He grimaced without a word.