Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 167

"...I'm sorry." Charles could feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. He wiped the cold sweat off of his head and said in an obscure and difficult manner.

His words nearly sent Sterling jumping out of bed. C-c-char... Charles was apologizing to Soph? He knew that the car accident was just a misunderstanding?

"I’m afraid I can neither afford nor do I need your apology, Mr. Harris." Sophia sneered with trembling fingers. "Since you now know that this is all just a misunderstanding, am I allowed to leave Dream Club now?"

Charles hummed a response. Her furious and fearful face was reflected in his pupils. He felt as though his heart was being pierced with needles over and over again. It might not be fatal, but it was so painful that it was hard to bear.

‘Is this… what love feels like?’

It seemed to be completely different from what Zachary described it to be. Instead of making him happy, it brought him bitterness instead.

After getting a definite answer, Sophia's taut body finally eased up slightly. She did not take another look at him as she hopped off the bed, turned her head, and trotted toward the elevator.

She did not want to see Charles, not even for a second!

"Soph!" Sterling was so confused with the things that had developed between Sophia and Charles. He looked at Sophia as she went further and further away. He propped his hands on the transfer bed, ready to get out of bed.

Nicole pressed him down and glared at him fiercely. "You better stay put!"

Charles pursed his lips, grasping the patient blouse much tighter now. He raised a foot and took a step forward but grimaced before stepping back again. It felt like thousands of catties’ worth of weight was weighing down on his chest.

"Ms. White is extremely emotional right now. If you really care about her, Mr. Harris, then I suggest that you stay away from her for a period of time," Victor said.

Charles glanced mildly at him and hummed a response in an exceedingly soft manner. There was a mixture of hostility in his eyes that he had not noticed before. "Please provide me with regular updates about Sophia’s leg condition, Dr. Hemingway. Feel free to talk to me if you ever need anything."

"As I said, you’re neither my hirer nor my employer, so I am not obliged to disclose Ms. White's information to you. Please excuse me." Victor nodded slightly at Charles before pushing Sterling away with Nicole.

Charles lowered his head to look at the patient blouse in his hand. There were flickers in his eyes.

He then wiped the incessant cold sweat from his head, glanced in the direction where Sophia had left, and clutched his abdomen with a pale face. He trudged toward the elevator and went to the ward.

Sophia closed the door with a slam and locked it as soon as she returned to the ward. She then slumped against the door and slid to the ground.

The suit jacket on her body exuded an extremely aggressive aura, one that was just like Charles’. She licked her dry lips, unbuttoned the suit, and hurled it to the ground.

Sophia stared intently at the premium-quality handmade suit that was sprawled across the floor and stood up abruptly. She then trampled on the suit jacket with all her might.

Her bare feet did not cause any substantial damage to the suit jacket, so she put on her shoes and trampled on it a few more times.

It was only when the suit jacket was covered in shoe prints did she stoop to pick it up. She walked to the window and hurled the jacket downstairs without a single hesitation.

Knock, knock, knock!

Nicole's voice came through the door along with the knocking sounds. "It's me, Soph. Open the door."