Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 227

"Come back!" Just as Rocky was about to leave after pulling the door open, Sawyer called out to him with a sullen look on his face.

Sophia stroked her belly over and over again, her face full of affection. She did not even spare Sawyer and Rocky a glance.

"I’ve already brought you here anyway. Whether I record a video of you or send you home directly, I’ll end up offending the Harris family either way. So why don't I just record a video of you and then send you back?" Sawyer pinched her chin. "What do you think, Ms. White?"

Sophia's limbs turned weak. Sawyer was still planning to record a video of her!

She took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "I was in a car accident but was fortunate enough to be rescued after Mr. Phillips sent his men over. Or else, I might have lost my child even if I survived."

"I don't believe that you would be so kind," Sawyer said slowly.

Sophia said, "You simply asked your men to send me here and change my clothes, Mr. Phillips. No harm has been done to me, so why should I give you a hard time?"

"You are Charles' woman, though," Sawyer stressed, his eyes enshrouded with a layer of ruthlessness.

A chill ran down Sophia’s spine. "We’re different. He broke my leg and forced me to do so many things against my will. I’m staying by his side simply because he can give me things that I want.”

She dropped her head and chuckled. She was seemingly talking to Sawyer, yet seemed to be mumbling to herself at the same time. "Things like love… is something that I am no longer interested in."

"What a realist." Sawyer harrumphed. Even so, a trace of doubt still lingered in the depth of his eyes.

Sophia raised her head and peered into his eyes. There were immense sarcasm and hatred in her eyes. "If you were in my shoes, Mr. Phillips, would you continue to like Charles after you experienced everything that I’ve experienced?”

"I don't like men." Sawyer did not answer the question directly, but the last bit of suspicion on his face had vanished without a trace.

Sophia took in every single expression on his face carefully. She dared not let her guards down completely just yet. She said, "I have been at your place for quite some time now, Mr. Phillips. It won’t be good if the bodyguards who were sending me to prison earlier said something to Master Harris, don’t you think?"

Only by leaving this place would she finally be safe.

"Okay, I will take you back myself!" Sawyer commanded his men who were standing on one side. "Go and get my car!"

Fearing that she might let the cat out of the bag when Sawyer questioned her on the road, Sophia said hurriedly, "Asking you, the young master of the Phillips family, to send me home personally will be too much. You can just ask someone else to send me home."

"I will send you back to the Harris family personally and explain it to Master Harris myself. Only then will I feel at ease," Sawyer said pointedly.

Sophia knew that Sawyer was afraid that she would tell Master Harris the truth of the kidnapping this time.

In addition to that, the Harris and Phillips families had always been in opposition. As the Harris family’s authority figure, Master Harris, was now hospitalized with stage four lung cancer, Sawyer was more or less trying to scout around for information at the hospital.

"Let's go." Sawyer grabbed a pair of sunglasses on the table and put them on, beckoning to Sophia.

Sophia had just taken a step forward when she stepped back again. "Please give me a minute, Mr. Phillips. I need to put on my previous clothes or it will be difficult to explain it to him."

"Women are a nuisance!" Sawyer took off his sunglasses, his eyes full of impatience. "Hurry up!"

He walked out of the bedroom after saying those words.

The man that was carrying the video camera and the thin and frail woman with her SLR hanging around her neck watched as everything unfolded. They were amazed by the way things had progressed.

After changing her clothes, Sophia put on the green pendant again before leaving the room and getting into Sawyer's convertible.

The weather had turned cold as it was almost November now. Sophia sat in a sports car in the cold breeze while wearing a showy dress. In just ten minutes of being on the road, she caught a bunch of people staring at her like they were staring at a lunatic.

When they stopped at the crossroad to wait for the red light, she caught several pedestrians looking in their direction.

"Sure, the car is expensive, but they’re probably mentally challenged!"

"Does she not feel cold at all wearing that in a convertible?"