Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 160

"Sophia White." Charles increased the force on his fingers as he clenched her chin with his hand. However, when he noticed a mark on her chin from his increased force, he could not help but loosen his strength a little.

Their breaths intertwined. They were so close that their lips brushed when they talked. This was extremely flirtatious, but neither pair of eyes showed that they were being bound by romance and affection.

Sophia peered straight into his eyes. Her lips turned pale and her limbs turned weak. Despite that, there was not the slightest bend on her back. "For embarrassing you by exposing you and Ms. Jones, I apolo…”

"Two years ago, the day before your birthday, I went to Jones’ residence and went up to the second floor. I was standing in the room opposite of William’s." Charles interrupted her straight away. There was a dull and obscure look in his eyes. His breathing had turned slightly rapid now. "Does that ring a bell at all?!"

Several scenes flashed in Sophia's mind. Her pupils contracted slightly, her body turned stiff, and her head was a mess. She did not seem to have noticed his trembling hands as he clenched her chin.

It was no wonder why Charles humiliated and tortured her because of Leah even though he did not seem to like Leah very much. It was no wonder why Charles had a sudden change of attitude toward her at the birthday party!

She simply thought that Charles liked Leah. She thought the reason he broke her leg and insulted her like a madman was because she broke Leah's leg... However, as it turned out, this was the actual reason.

Anger, unwillingness, helplessness, and hatred coursed through her limbs and bones. They were nearly blowing Sophia’s heart up!

She gave him a menacing stare and sneered. "I thought Mr. Harris was shrewd. As it turns out..."

Bang!

The door of the ward was suddenly kicked open and Madam Jones stormed in fiercely. When she saw Charles and Sophia in their flirtatious state, she was first startled for a moment. Then, she became flushed with anger. She took large strides forward and raised her hand to hit Sophia.

Sophia lifted her hand with a deadpan look on her face in an attempt to stop Madam Jones. However, a huge and well-defined hand was one step ahead of her as it did what she was trying to do.

"Madam Jones, it may not be appropriate for you to do this as an elder." Charles tugged at his lips. A chill radiated from his forehead. "You really need to learn how to conduct yourself from Leah."

Sophia lowered her eyes and sneered inexplicably. She took several steps back and pulled away from him.

"Charles, how can you protect this sl*t? You..." Madam Jones gave him an incredulous look and questioned him loudly.

Charles narrowed his eyes. There was a slight coolness in his voice. "You should probably watch what you say, Aunt Lewis."

"You’re getting engaged with Leah but Sophia is still pestering you. If she’s not a sl*t, then what is she?!" Madam Jones pointed her finger at Sophia with undisguised disgust and hatred on her face.

She did not give Sophia or Charles a chance to speak and convicted Sophia straight away. "Now I know why you’re suddenly helping Sophia to seek treatment. This sl*t has been hooking up with you lately and that’s why you’re helping her to seek treatment for her leg, right?!”

"First, an elderly who sets a bad example. Now, a fishwife who shouts abuses. I now have a whole new level of respect for the Lewis family, your century-old scholarly family." Sophia sneered. She took two steps forward and looked down at her, saying slowly, "It’s my choice whether I want to treat my leg or not. It’s not your turn to criticize me yet, Madam Jones."

Charles looked at Sophia. His gaze grew deep and serene. He could see the shadows of her past in this version of her, yet not completely identical. This was all because…

His Adam's apple rolled slightly. He could feel a pang in his heart. His fingers were trembling a little. He could not tell whether he hated her more, or… liked her more.

Madam Jones was incredulous by the fact that Sophia had criticized her. She extended her hand and pointed at Sophia, almost poking her finger on the latter’s nose. "You..."