Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 27

With a smile, Marie complied and took out a first-aid kit to tend to Sophia’s wounds. At the same time, she asked carelessly, “Should I prepare some clothes for Sophia?”

“There’s no need for that.” Carles walked over to the table and tossed the remainder of his cigarette into the ashtray.

The alcohol soaked into the wound, making it hurt a little. A layer of cold sweat appeared on Sophia’s forehead as she gritted her teeth to stop herself from making a sound. The apprehensiveness within her grew.

Why did Marie ask if she needed to prepare clothes for her all of a sudden? Were they going to let her accompany the guests?

“Done.” Marie picked up her first-aid kit as she raised her gaze to her and tsked. “This scar on your head… It’s a pity.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marie. I’ll be going now.” Upon hearing this, Sophia’s heart grew even more uneasy. Her face paled as she stood up, wanting to walk out of the room.

Charles called out to her from the back, “Did I give you permission to leave?”

“Is there anything else?” Sophia turned around and asked with difficulty.

Charles did not speak. Instead, he strode past her to walk out of the door. When she did not follow him, he stopped and furrowed his brows as he said, “Still not following?”

Sophia clutched the corner of her shirt. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead as she followed him.

In the setting sun, his shadow stretched long and overlapped with hers. It felt so heavy that she could barely breathe.

“Mr. Harris.” The chauffeur was already waiting beside the Bentley. When Charles got into the car, he helped to close his side of the door.

Sophia went round to the other end of the car and had just put her right foot into the car when she heard Charles say coldly, “Get something to put on her so that it doesn’t get dirty.”

Sophia’s body stiffened as she slowly and silently put her foot back down. Standing in the autumn wind in her thin uniform, she felt as if she was cold from the exterior to the interior.

There were no towels or cushions in the car. In the end, the chauffeur took a bunch of tissues and placed them on Sophia’s seat to prevent her from ‘dirtying’ it.

“On the floor, too.” Charles sat in the car looking at his paperwork, not even sparing Sophia a glance.

Holding the tissues, the driver gave Sophia an embarrassed smile.

“It’s alright, my shoes are dirty. Just place them there.” The sun had set completely, and the chill penetrated through her clothes and into her pores, chilling Sophia’s body to the bones.

When the chauffeur was done, she entered the car, sitting rigidly straight. She did not dare and nor was she willing to touch the seat. She did not want Charles to say that she had made his car dirty.

The car traveled along.

Sophia turned her head to look out of the window. Her favorite shopping mall had been demolished and replaced by a club. The food court near G University had also become a shopping mall.

After spending the last two years in prison, it was as if the whole world had changed.

The car parked in front of a five-star hotel. When Sophia stepped out of the car, she saw that there were many luxury cars parked there. Those getting out of the cars were all dressed in formal attire. It seemed that there was a cocktail party being hosted here.

“Mr. Harris.” Sophia lowered her head, her untidy fringe hiding the emotions that were in her eyes. “Can I wait for you outside?”

“What do you think?” Charles stopped walking and looked at her with a seeming smile.

Sophia tugged at her lip, smiling bitterly.

She followed him into the party, her blue janitorial uniform sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the western formal attire.

From the moment she appeared, countless people looked at her with curiosity, disgust, or disdain. She kept her head down the entire time, trying her best to minimize her presence.