Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 186

Victor nodded and said no more. Madam Hemingway, however, asked, "Medical books are all very boring. How did you find them, Mr. Harris?"

"So-so." Charles wiped the sweat from the wing of his nose, walked up to Sophia, and extended his hand toward her. "It's getting late. Shall we go back?"

Sophia glanced at his hand and quickly looked away. She then stood up on her own and was just about to say something when Aunt Lucy's room door opened.

"It's only nine o'clock. It's still early." Aunt Lucy walked out, wearing a smile on her chubby face once more. "Mr. Harris, you can't restrict her freedom even if you’re her boyfriend, right?"

Charles said, “If this is a bar or KTV, then it’s still considered early. However, this is Dr. Hemingway’s house. Dr. Hemingway and Madam Davis still need to go to work at nine o’clock tomorrow. It won’t be appropriate for us to overstay our welcome."

"You probably don’t know about our work-rest schedule, Mr. Harris," Aunt Lucy said belligerently, "We usually go to bed after midnight, so Soph won’t be a bother at all if she stays here a little longer."

Madam Hemingway added. "Since it’s rare for you to drop by, why don’t you take a seat for a while, Mr. Harris?"

"Do you want to stay a little longer or do you want to leave now?" Charles did not answer directly this time but turned his head and asked Sophia instead.

Sophia glanced at Aunt Lucy. Aunt Lucy was so mad that she was like a firework ready to launch into the sky as soon as it was lit. "... Let’s stay a little longer."

"If that’s the case, sorry for bothering, Aunt Lucy, Madam Davis, and Dr. Hemingway." A pain shot through his abdomen and Charles frowned almost imperceptibly before taking a seat on the couch whilst maintaining his composure.

"It’s no bother at all," Madam Hemingway said with a smile. She tugged a loose strand behind her ear and said to Victor, "Go make some tea, Vic."

Instead of going, Victor sat down straight away. "I’m too tired to move after performing two operations today."

Even though that was what he said, he did not look like he was too tired to move with that breezy and carefree demeanor of his.

"He didn’t even bring anything to visit us, so why should we serve him tea?" Aunt Lucy sat on the couch opposite Sophia and Charles with a swagger. "There’s plain water in the kitchen. You can pour it yourself if you want to drink some."

She was probably still mad, hence she did not spare Charles’ feelings at all.

The smile on Madam Hemingway’s well-maintained face froze for a moment. "Vic and Lucy must be tired, that’s why they sound a little harsh. This is how they usually talk. No hard feelings, Mr. Harris."

"I am the rude one for turning up uninvited," Charles said.

Aunt Lucy was blazing mad the moment she saw him. She inserted a clean toothpick into a piece of dragon fruit and handed it to Sophia. "Eat more."

She then got up again and went to the study to grab the Da Hong Pao tea to make tea. She made a total of four cups. Everyone other than Charles had one. It was clear that she was ridiculing him.

"I don't know how to taste tea. I have had Da Hong Pao with me for so long and it will only be a waste of tea if someone who doesn’t know how to appreciate tea like me drinks it." Madam Hemingway pushed her cup of tea toward Charles. "It’s best to leave a good cup of tea for someone who knows how to appreciate it.”

Charles did not take it and said faintly, "Thank you for your kindness, Madam Davis, but I can’t sleep after drinking tea at night."

"Just nice. The food I had tonight is a bit salty. Give it to me." Aunt Lucy took the Da Hong Pao and downed it in a few gulps before slamming the teacup on the table.