Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 275

Charles blinked but did not look away. "You stared at me just now, so now it’s my turn to stare at you. I’m returning politeness for politeness."

Sophia stopped and looked at him with a frown.

"Have you ever read a scientific paper?" Charles asked. "It says that if a man and a woman look at each other for more than five minutes, they will have the urge to kiss."

Sophia shifted her gaze and continued to treat his wound. "Why did you say those things to make your grandpa mad on purpose?"

"If I didn’t make him mad, then he wouldn’t ask someone to hit me; if he didn’t ask someone to hit me, then you wouldn’t feel sorry for me, right?" Charles' voice sounded a lot softer when he said the last sentence.

Sophia did not know if he was speaking the truth nor did she have the desire to probe into it. She treated his wound for him and said, "I will pack my things and go back to the White residence as soon as possible."

Having said that, she did not spare him a glance and went upstairs straight away with the first-aid kit in her hands.

The image of her slightly red ears flashed in his mind. He leaned back against the couch, then curled up the corner of his mouth slightly and closed his eyes to rest.

Sophia returned to her room and closed the door. She then put the medicine kit on the floor and sat on the bed.

Scenes of Master Harris smacking Charles and Ken slapping Charles played back and forth in her mind. She frowned, then forced herself to throw those thoughts away and picked up her phone.

Two pieces of news had popped up on her phone. One was Master Lewis and William apologizing on Leah’s behalf and the media praising the Jones and Lewis families for being upright.

Another was a video of Madam Jones standing in front of the club. The media criticized her for distorting the truth deliberately and refusing to correct her mistakes.

Netizens were basically divided into two teams. About sixty-five percent of netizens believed that, like mother like daughter, the Jones family had gone too far this time, hence this was definitely not something that could be resolved with one or two apologies.

About thirty-five percent of netizens thought William seemed genuine when he got down on his knees to apologize. Apart from that, Master Lewis also sounded sincere when he apologized to Sophia. Leah was the one who had made a mistake, hence both Jones and Lewis families should not be involved, and that it was wrong to tar the rest with the same brush.

On the surface, these were just two new reports, though if one took a closer look, one would recognize that the media that reported the first piece of news were under Jones Group or those who intended to win the goodwill of Jones Group, whereas the media that reported the second piece of news were mostly under Harris Corporation or those intending to win the goodwill of Harris Corporation.

In a fundamental sense, this was a war between the Jones and Harris families. Whoever that was more potent would end up becoming the winner of this war of words.

Sophia used to think that she had no control over what others said, but now she knew that as long as she was powerful enough, even controlling public opinion would turn into the simplest thing.

She put the phone away and laid on the bed.

The things she had experienced over the years flashed through her mind so fast that she could only catch a hurried glimpse at them. The memories were tearing at her head so hard that it hurt. She took a deep breath and sat up.

Meanwhile, her phone vibrated. Madam Hemingway had sent her a message—

Madam Hemingway: [Do you remember the two doctors who performed the pregnancy examination on you that day? Master Harris sent his men to investigate them. Thank heavens I thought of this in advance.]

Madam Hemingway: [Starting yesterday, the deputy dean has been checking the list of IVF babies. I’m sure that’s part of Master Harris’ arrangement too. To be safe, I think it’s better for you and Mr. Harris to conceive naturally.]

Sophia frowned harder with every word that she read.

Before she could reply, Madam Hemingway sent another message—

Madam Hemingway: [If you are afraid that it will hurt the first time, I do have pills for that with me. Muah!]

Sophia, "..."

She typed a text message, thanked Madam Hemingway, then tactfully declined the pills she offered.

Around five-thirty in the evening, Charles came upstairs to call her down for dinner.

Sophia glanced at his handsome face, the redness and swelling were still there but had reduced considerably. She frowned slightly, nodded, then went downstairs with him.