Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 187

“I’ll leave Sophia’s treatment in Dr. Hemingway’s hands, then." Charles glanced in Sophia’s direction, then turned his head and said to Victor.

The arc at the corners of Victor's mouth was extremely faint. "I was entrusted by my aunt to treat Ms. White, so you don’t need to thank me, Mr. Harris."

Charles looked at Victor, said no more, and bid his farewell politely before walking out of Hemingway’s residence.

Sophia was waiting for the elevator in the corridor. Her head was lowered, so it was hard to see her expression. A layer of forlorn air was shrouding her entire being.

Charles’ gaze dimmed. He walked to her side.

When the elevator arrived, they entered the elevator. Neither of them spoke until they got out of the elevator. They might be lovers in name, but they shared a relationship that was worse than strangers.

When they got out of the elevator, Sophia finally raised her head and asked without a single expression on her face, "Why are you here? Are you worried that I’ll share an ambiguous relationship with Dr. Hemingway?"

"No." He did not like to see her getting so close to other men even when he knew that nothing was going on between them.

Sophia held his gaze. After a long time, she sneered.

When he saw them walking over, the driver opened the back seat door and stood next to the Bentley. "Mr. Harris, Ms. White."

The driver was still holding a pack of tissues in his hand, wondering if he should give it to Sophia.

"Give it to me." Sophia took the tissues, drew out a few pieces, and spread them out on the seat. She then took out a few more pieces and was about to lay them out beneath the seat.

Charles' eyes were dark and gloomy. He pulled Sophia and made her stand straight. He gathered the tissues she had laid out, scrunched them into a ball, and handed them to the driver. "Throw them away."

"Okay." At the sight of his sullen face, the driver took the tissues with jelly limbs and hurried toward the trash can not far away.

With Charles’ aura shrouding her entire being, Sophia frowned, pushed him away with all her might, and stood to one side. She asked sarcastically, "You don’t think I’m dirty anymore?"

Unsure whether she was doing it intentionally or not, she happened to push Charles on his injured lower abdomen just now. Huge beads of sweat ran down his forehead. His good-looking face turned pale in an instant. "I was wrong."

Sophia glanced at him with a grim look on her face and got in the car whilst pressing her lips tightly.

The driver came back after throwing the tissues and saw Charles clutching his lower abdomen. He stepped forward in a haste to hold Charles and asked anxiously, "Are you okay, Mr. Harris?"

"I’m fine. Let's go," Charles replied faintly, pushing the driver away. He got into the car and sat next to Sophia.

Neither of them talked the whole way.

When they arrived at the hospital, Charles' attending physician and several nurses were fretfully searching for him.

"Mr. Harris, your wound is very deep, so it's better for you to stay in the ward and rest! If you keep running around like that, heavens know when your wounds will ever recover. It’s fine if it takes longer to recover, but it will spell trouble if the infection worsens!” The doctor walked toward Charles and did his best to convince him.

Sophia kept walking. She went past Charles and the doctor to go back to her ward. She closed the door and locked it from the inside with a click.

Charles watched her disappear from his sight and his pupils darkened further. He then hummed at the doctor absent-mindedly before walking toward Sophia's ward.

He stood outside her ward for a while and raised his hand but put it down again before it even touched the door. After that, he returned to the ward next door.