Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 335

After doing all this, Charles suddenly lowered his head and looked down at her feet, not knowing what was in his mind.

"What's the matter?" Sophia did not like it when someone stared at her legs or feet and retracted them.

"Nothing." Charles said, "It won’t be good for the baby if you wear high heels. Don't wear them anymore next time."

Sophia placed her hand on her lower abdomen subconsciously, stroked it gently, and nodded.

Charles stared at her for a while, then suddenly bent over and squatted on the ground, taking off one of her high heels.

"What are you doing?" Sophia was taken aback and kicked him, trying to make him stop. However, she just so happened to graze him on his shoulder as he grabbed her foot and planted a kiss on her ankle.

A warm sensation was felt on her ankle, turning Sophia completely stiff.

There were guests everywhere. Seven or eight guests were clearly astonished when they caught sight of this scene.

Sophia was slightly embarrassed from their gazes, her face heated up. She exerted herself and pulled her feet back. "...Don’t you find it dirty at all?"

"Every part of your body smells nice. Why do you say that it’s dirty?" Charles took off her other heel and tossed the pair of high heels aside.

Sophia’s feet were bare. Under everyone’s faintly discernible gazes, even her neck was dyed crimson. "Why are you taking off my heels?"

"You look really beautiful when you’re embarrassed. I really want to make love to you right here." Charles raised his head and looked at her. Her neck and cheeks had turned pink, blushing with embarrassment, looking a little more coquettish than usual.

He grabbed her other foot and bit her slender calf, leaving a mark on it.

Sophia, "..."

He was nothing like what she remembered him to be.

Would all men get horny at any moment just like him after their first time?

Even though they did not do anything unacceptable, their actions were ambiguous enough. What was more, they were in public. Sophia's heart was racing. She retracted her leg and glared at him out of embarrassment.

Charles chuckled and sat on the chair.

"How am I supposed to walk later now that you’ve taken my heels off?" Sophia frowned.

Charles replied, "I’ll carry you."

"..." Sophia said, "Quit playing around. Give me my heels."

Charles looked at her crimson face, his Adam's apple rolled slightly. He lifted her chin and pecked her on the lips. "I’m not playing."

"We’re at a dinner party. What would other people say about us if you carry me home!" Sophia leaned back, her back glued to the back of the chair as she looked at him warily. "Don’t do anything reckless!"

Charles found it hilarious when he saw how defensive she was acting. He sat back down. "You’re my woman. Charles’ woman. Who would have the cheek to say anything about us? Hmm?"

"...Give me my heels," Sophia said.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, she kicked his calf lightly.

She might not have noticed it, but her action looked slightly coquettish.

Charles grabbed her foot and stroked the sole of her foot. She was ticklish, hence she almost fell off the chair. He laughed and caught her in his arms. "You’re that ticklish?"

As they were being loud, there were even more people looking in their direction now.

When they saw Charles holding Sophia in his arms, a look of astonishment filled their eyes.

This was the first time in many years they saw him getting intimate with a woman in public!

Sophia’s entire body was burning. She exerted some strength and pushed Charles away, then walked barefooted to pick up her heels.

He wanted to put on her heels for her, but she pushed him away.