Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 172

When he saw Sophia standing outside the door, Charles raised his eyebrows slightly, his sharp and distinct features softening. "Are you looking for me?"

Sophia took a deep shaky breath, trying her best to suppress the emotions that were surging in her blood. "I said that I have nothing to do with William and you said that you believe me. You also said that you won’t blame me for the car accident two years ago, right?"

"Come in, it's cold outside." Charles glanced at her thin patient blouse and stepped aside to clear the doorway.

Sophia clenched her hands that were hanging on both sides of her body but did not move. She asked again, "You said that you believe me, right?"

"Yeah." Charles let out a faint hum, her figure reflected in his pupils.

Sophia took a deep shaky breath and glared at him. "You said it yourself that I don’t need to go back to Dream Club anymore, right?”

"Yes," Charles said.

His affirmation did not make Sophia happy but infuriated her even more instead. "You said that I don’t need to go back to Dream Club anymore but told my brother that you won’t let me go… Charles Harris, are you having a lot of fun toying with me?!"

In the cool corridor, her body had heated up from flames of fury.

Charles lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes deep and serene. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, but he did not say a word.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?!" The cells in Sophia's body were tightly packed. It seemed as though fury and hatred were about to gush out of her body. "Why won’t you let me go if you already know that this is all just a misunderstanding?"

Standing next to them, Nicole watched the two of them with a sullen look on her face.

There was a gust of wind. The patient’s attire stuck to Sophia's body, making her look even scrawnier.

Charles looked at the scar at the tail of her eyebrow as well as her scrawny body. It felt as though something was jabbing his heart. "Is it such torture for you to stay with me?"

"What do you think?" Her tone was overflowing with sarcasm and mockery. Her voice sounded a bit sharp due to the excessive elevation in her pitch. "If someone misunderstood you, then broke your leg and sent you to prison, asked you to sell yourself to entertain other men, threw you out naked, trampled on your dignity in front of everyone, put you through utter misery, and forced you to live a life of degradation..."

She took a step forward, glared at him, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you think it’s torture if you are forced to stay with this person?"

Charles' face turned paler with every word that Sophia said. Every word she said was like a sharp knife stabbing at his heart mercilessly.

He pursed his lips. It felt like a boulder was pressing down on his chest. "I can't let you go."

"Heh!" Sophia sneered. Rage was about to blow her up into pieces. "You..."

"You have no choice but to stay with me for the rest of your life, Sophia." Charles reached out and stroked the scar at the tail of her eyebrow gently. It felt as though a ball of cotton soaked in water was blocked up in his chest. It was heavy and stifling. Every breath that he took was taxing and demanding.

A gust of autumn breeze blew in from a few windows in the corridor that were left open. The coolness was refreshing.

Charles' words were like a basin of cold water, pouring down on Sophia from head to toe. Her body was ice-cold, but her heart was burning with rage.

The coexistence of the cold and heat made her feel extremely uncomfortable, almost tearing her in half.

"Charles!" Sophia smacked his hand away. Her eyes were bright crimson. "You have ruined the first half of my life. Must you also ruin the rest of my life? Exactly what sort of grudges do you bear against me that you must treat me this way? Huh?!"

Next to them, several doors opened again. A few people poked their heads out. After taking a closer look, a series of complaints were heard.