Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 20

She lifted her head to look at him. “Don’t worry. Even if I die, I won’t invite you and your sister to my funeral. I don’t want to see you two in this life.”

“Sophia.” William clutched the ointment tightly. There was a splash of darkness in his light-colored eyes. “You’re the one at fault, not Leah and me.”

Even if they were to avoid each other, it should be Leah and him who were the ones who did the avoiding, not her.

Sophia faked a smile. Her expression was calm, however, it looked sarcastic.

“Me coming here is a mistake. You’re aware of your mistakes and you still don’t want to change. You deserve it even if you were to kneel for two days or two years!” William turned around to walk to the lift and threw the ointment into the trash.

The ointment hit the trashcan with a dull noise. The atmosphere in the corridor was even more depressing.

The person in charge’s face was red from anger. When he was about to punish her, the door of a room opened and a head poked out. “Come here, janitor. Someone threw up.”

“Okay.” Sophia grabbed her tools and entered the room.

The room was filled with smoke. The stench of cigarettes, alcohol, women’s perfume, and vomit all mixed together. Sophia could not breathe from all the smells.

“Excuse me.” She said and walked over the vomit on the coffee table and sofa with a rag.

The sound of the female voice stood out in the smoky room. A few men who were flirting with the women looked at her.

“I thought it’s a middle-aged woman. Who knows it’s a hot chick!”

“She’s pretty. I just can’t see her body. Take off your clothes and let me have a look. If it’s okay, you should just stay by my side. What do you think?”

“Are you f*cking blind? Her butt is so perky and you can’t tell? Come with me, pretty girl. You’ll make more money if you’re with me.”

The group of men was starting to spew obscenities.

Sophia ignored them and cleaned the vomit with her rag.

She could feel the stickiness of the vomit on her hand. Combined with the acidic smell of the vomit, she could feel her stomach churning. She ground her teeth to try to hold it in.

“I got something dirty on my shoes as well. Help me clean them, pretty lady.” The man stared at her perky butt. His gaze was heated.

Sophia stood up and backed away. She tried her best to control the nauseating feeling in her chest. “My rag is dirty. I’ll get a new one.”