Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 205

“Aunty asked you to go over just to pass this to you?” Sophia White took over the two bags and asked with her eyes lowered.

Victor Hemingway sat on the chair while placing her leg, poked full of needles like a porcupine, onto his leg. He rotated the needles with a serious expression. “Yup. She was asking about a topic I was researching recently as well, which took up some time.”

Sophia White held on to the two bags in her hands with a subtly cold expression.

The hospital director had just gotten Dr. Hemingway to meet her and Master Harris paid a visit. Such a coincidence with the timing!

Victor Hemingway started removing the needles after a while and said, “I’m not on duty today. Let me see you home.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hemingway,” Bamboo Virtues Village does not allow taxis to enter. It was twenty minutes less of walking if she took Dr. Hemingway’s car back.

Victor Hemingway drove Sophia White back to Bamboo Virtues Village.

“If Dr. Hemingway is willing, why don’t you come in for a while,” Sophia White said as she got out of the car.

Victor Hemingway did not reject her. He parked the car and removed the keys, following behind her into the villa. “Miss White, you look like you’re in a good mood after leaving the hospital.”

“Was it that obvious?” Sophia White asked.

Victor Hemingway raised an eyebrow slightly. “Miss White, do you think there is a big difference between a pomegranate and a pomegranate with a smiling crack?”

“Dr. Hemingway, you have a unique way of illustrating things. It’s the first time I’ve heard someone describe things this way,” they walked into the dining room together and Sophia White got Victor Hemingway to take a seat.

“Does Dr. Hemingway prefer tea or coffee?”

Victor Hemingway smiled. “I’ll take tea. Coffee is not great for your health.”

“Okay, please wait a moment, Dr. Hemingway,” Just as Sophia White prepared to make some tea, she suddenly remembered something. She had no idea if tea was available here. Even if there was, she had no idea where it was kept.

Victor Hemingway watched as Sophia White hesitated where she was. He glanced around the villa, which did not seem lived in. “I’m sorry, Miss White, I suddenly remembered that I have a slight flu. I think it’s better for me to just have some plain water.”

“Okay, let me boil some water. Please do wait a while, Dr. Hemingway,” Sophia White gave him an embarrassed smile as she turned to walk into the kitchen, but realized that Charles Harris was in the kitchen as well. She wondered how long he had been standing there.

He did not have his suit coat on, nor was there a tie on him. Two buttons had been released on his black shirt, revealing his mesmerizing collarbone. There was also a thick aroma of alcohol on him while a bowl of soup to cure his hangover was placed on the counter behind him.

Sophia White glanced briefly at him as the smile disappeared from her face. She walked past him to get the kettle.

Charles Harris followed behind her, step-by-step along with hers. There was a deep look in his eyes. “You left the hotel’s restaurant at one thirty-five. It’s now three forty-eight.”

“It’s been more than two hours. It's enough time to get a room with someone else out there,” Sophia White turned the kettle on and turned around. She did not expect him to be at such a close distance. Their bodies were almost touching each other.

Charles Harris placed both his hands on the counter behind her, trapping her between them. “I’m not doubting you. I just don’t like it when you are alone with another man.”

They were very close. When he spoke, he breathed alcohol onto Sophia White’s face. She wanted to back away and create a distance between them, but the counter was behind her and there was no way for her to make a retreat.

“That woman had nothing to do with me, don’t misunderstand the situation,” Charles Harris lowered his head to look at her. It made his heart beat faster in his chest when he saw his own figure fill her eyes.

There was still the pungent smell of women’s perfume on him. Sophia White frowned. “Your relationship with other women has nothing to do with me.”

She did not like the feeling of almost being held in his arms. She bent backward slightly, trying her best to create some distance between them.