Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 330

Things might not get so awkward if they had just pretended that they did not know each other. As soon as William said those words, however, there was instantly an awkward and slightly stalemated air hanging around the conversation.

Audrey's expression changed unpredictably. Her gaze that drifted toward Sophia was immensely dark and gloomy.

Taking all of this in, Charles shifted a few steps whilst keeping his countenance, standing diagonally in front of Sophia, blocking her off from William and Audrey’s line of vision.

Stunned for a moment, Mr. Robertson smiled and said, "Who wasn’t frivolous when they were young? It's normal to have several crushes, ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends, and whatnot. I even wrote a love letter to the prettiest girl in my class secretly when I was in high school…"

He was clearly helping William out of the embarrassing situation.

Sophia was slightly surprised when she saw this. She was surprised to learn that William actually shared such a close relationship with Mr. Robertson!

"Dad, you secretly wrote a love letter to someone when you were in high school?" Clara was here to see Sophia but happened to overhear him when he said this instead. She lost it. "I'm telling Mom when I get back!"

Mr. Robertson patted her gently on the head. "Look at this child. Why are you interrupting when the adults are talking? Zachary, your dad, and your stepmother have arrived. Take Clara there to greet them."

Zachary nodded in response and dragged Clara away.

Sophia was planning to invite Madam Johnson over to be their guest two days ago so as to help her mother unwind. Nevertheless, she had never met Madam Johnson before and had no idea what the other party’s habits were like, and at the same time, afraid that it would be too abrupt for her to invite her over.

"We'll go over and say hello to Madam Johnson in a while," Charles whispered in her ears when he saw her looking in Zachary’s direction.

Sophia nodded lightly.

"William, being frank is good. You're not wrong for being frank." Mr. Robertson said, "But, you need to know the right time to be frank. It’s not appropriate for you to talk about your past relationships in front of Ms. Sommer like that."

Audrey smiled, her words sarcastic. "It’s fine. I'm used to it anyway."

"I'm just used to talking like that. I'll pay more attention in the future." William did not seem sincere enough to offer her an apology.

She harrumphed coldly.

"You have to pay more attention indeed." Charles wiped an extremely tiny snack crumb away from the corner of Sophia's mouth. "Otherwise, Ms. Sommer and I will feel uncomfortable hearing it.”

William frowned, paused for a moment, and said, "It’s my fault."

"I forgive you, Mr. Jones." Charles wrapped his arms around Sophia's waist and stared at him with a sharp gaze. "My woman is too charming after all. I, too, am aware of this fact."

The remarks they both made were barbed.

Mr. Robertson smoothed things over and said, "Don’t be mad, Mr. Harris. William may be blunt but he means no evil. I will give you my word on it. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything else when he said that. He used to pursue her, used to, those are the two keywords!"

"You don’t have to cover up for Mr. Jones, Mr. Robertson. I'm not a narrow-minded person," Charles said.

Mr. Robertson burst out laughing. "If you are a narrow-minded person, then you wouldn’t be in the position that you’re currently in, Mr. Harris. I just think that it’s better to talk things out when it comes to things like that."

"You’re certainly not wrong on this one. People in this circle enjoy hearing about illicit love affairs and other related gossips. I think that you should be careful with your words and behaviors lest others get the wrong idea, Mr. Jones," Charles said.

William stopped a waiter and asked for a glass of red wine. "I will. Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Harris. This one’s for you. Cheers."

Having said that, he motioned to Charles, raised his head, and drained the glass in one gulp, then put the empty glass on the table next to him.

"I don’t blame you, Mr. Jones. You don't have to do this." Charles took a glass of juice from the waiter's tray and handed it to Sophia. "You must be thirsty after eating so many snacks, right? Have some juice."

Sophia was slightly thirsty indeed. She took the juice from his hand and took a sip.