Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 81

Charles' lips eventually stopped less than one centimeter away from her face. It was so close that the heat coming out of his mouth when he talked sprayed on her face. “I can smell alcohol on you. Are you hiding a man in the ward?"

"No." Sophia was blinking much faster than usual. Her palms were already sticky. “A female friend from the club just broke up with her boyfriend. She fell asleep after drinking some wine here."

Charles stared at her for a while, smiled all of a sudden, and released her. She did not know if he actually believed in what she said.

After a while, he said to her, "If someone is sleeping inside, then I won’t be going in anymore. Go in and take a chair out."

Sophia hummed a reply and opened a very tiny gap at the door when she entered. When she came out, however, she had no choice but to open the door wider as she was moving a chair.

When she closed the door, she acted naturally and glanced in Charles' direction several times. He probably could not see the person lying on the bed in the ward from where he was sitting... right?

Charles caught her every movement and narrowed his eyes slightly. He tugged his lower lip ambiguously.

Sophia set the chair behind him, took a few steps back, and widened the distance between them. "If there’s nothing else, then I will go in first, Mr. Harris."

For her, interacting with him was tantamount to eating arsenic.

"Sit down," Charles said.

Sophia frowned, but her brows quickly smoothened out. "You should take a seat, Mr. Harris. I can stand."

She did not know what Charles meant by that, but he was certainly not feeling sorry for her, right?

Charles tapped the back of the chair with his well-defined fingers, his voice slightly deeper now. "Sit here."

"... Okay." Sophia walked up to the chair with much difficulty and sat down. Her spine was stiff and rigid, her bottom only stuck on one side of the chair while her right toes were pointed outward as she prepared herself to stand up and leave at any time

The round incandescent light in the corridor was dazzling, nothing compared to the warm dim lights. The white light hit Sophia's face, making her face look even paler now.

"You are quite the expert in getting a man to make a plea of mercy on your behalf, aren’t you, Sophia?" Charles stood behind her, his hands propped up on the armrests of the chair as though wrapping her in his arms.

Sophia could not see his face. She could only feel the warm air coming out of his nose as it sprayed the back of her neck, chilling her inexplicably in her bones.

Her nerves were taut. After a while, she finally realized who he was talking about. "You flatter me, Mr. Harris. Mr. Johnson interceded for me because of Ms. Robertson. There really isn’t much to do with me."

"That girl cares for you, doesn’t she?" Charles let go of the armrests and straightened up his body. His voice did not sound as cool anymore. "Nevertheless, I told you a long time ago that no one can help you."

Sophia clasped her hands tightly together and closed her eyes in agony. "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Harris. I won’t dare to have any wishful thinking."

"Go in. It's cold outside." Charles went around her and walked toward the elevator after saying those words.

Sophia watched as his figure cast a faint shadow on the ground. Hatred fermented her blood and rushed wildly in her veins, filling them up completely until they were about to burst open. Even so, there was nowhere to relieve it.

How did she respond in the past when others said that it was enviable for her to be born into the wealthy, powerful, and rich White family? Envy my *ss. No matter how wealthy, powerful, and rich she was, she still could not earn Charles' affection, so what use was there!

What happened in the end? Reality had given her a hard slap in the face. His power had forced her over the edge that even death was a luxury. Every day, she had no choice but to live a life of humiliation and disgrace as she used every means to please him.

Ding!