Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 87

Yvette furrowed her brows slightly but quickly eased up. "Your clothes are dirty now. I shouldn’t keep you any longer. Go home and get them cleaned. Aunt Jen, please see our guest off."

"Ms. Jones, shall we?" Aunt Zhang went around the back of her wheelchair and grabbed the handle.

Leah glanced at Yvette with a conflicted look on her face. She hummed a reply before getting wheeled out by Aunt Jen.

All of a sudden, dark clouds started stacking up layer upon layer in the azure sky. The sound of a dull and heavy thunder traveled from south to north, and beads of raindrops started pattering down.

Sophia was on the bed lying on her side. She was curled up into a ball, hugging herself tight. She stared at the gift box next to her pillow with only one thought in her mind—

She wanted to succeed!

If Charles refused to let her go after sleeping with her, she could take photographic evidence of when they slept together and use those photos or videos to threaten him to let her go!

If she failed, then Charles would undoubtedly fly into a rage out of humiliation. He had always been cruel. He might even have the thought of murdering her by then.

Death could be another way to set her free.

Patter.

The moment she heard the sound of the door opening, Sophia bolted upright at almost the same time and was in the state of hypervigilance as she stared at the door.

Only when she saw that it was Yvette did her hair that had stood on end loosen. "Aunt Harris."

"Mm." Yvette hid her right hand behind her back and walked to the side of the bed before taking out the gift hidden behind her. "I am going to be very busy attending to guests at your birthday party tomorrow, so I’ll give you your present first. I wish that our Soph will be forever… 17 and that you will remain blissful, safe, and healthy forever."

"Thank you, Aunt Haris," Sophia said.

There was no fancy packaging on the gift, just a square transparent glass box with an unusually beautiful small crown adorned with tiny diamonds.

This crown was a gift Aunt Harris had promised to give her for her 18th birthday. She said that she could wear this small crown when she married Charles.

However, things happened so quickly after that that she did not even have the chance to receive Aunt Harris’ birthday gift before her leg was broken. Then, she got sent to prison.

"I can't take it." Sophia put the gift box back in Yvette's arms with both hands and said with her eyes closed, "This belongs to the Harris family’s daughter-in-law. Mr. Harris and I will never be together."

She once hated it the most when someone told her that she could never be with Charles. Right now, however, she had been repeating these words over and over again. How ridiculous.

"Who said so? You are the Harris family's daughter-in-law. This is meant for the Harris family's daughter-in-law. Even if you’re not the Harris family's daughter-in-law, this is still for you. Take it or I’ll get angry."

Patter.

At this moment, the door opened without warning and Charles strode in. His well-tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, making him appear forbidding and cold with a tinge of noble aura.

The transparent gift box that was still in Sophia's hand shook rhythmically. The light reflected off the glass and shone on her face, making her face paler.

She licked her dry lips, got out of bed, and handed the gift box to Charles with both hands. "Aunt said that this is a gift for you."

"I won’t go so far as to snatch a plaything from you. Keep it." Charles glanced at the little crown in the glass box, and his pupils darkened slightly. He tilted his head a little as his gaze fell on her short hair.

Sophia pursed her lips and walked to Yvette's side with the gift box still in her hands. "Aunt Harris, Mr. Harris refuses to take it. I think it’s best that you keep it for now. You can give this crown to Ms. Jones yourself during her and Mr. Harris’ engagement."

If she accepted this crown in front of Charles, then he might think that she was still having wishful thinking.

"Alright, then." Yvette took the gift box and asked Charles, "Charles, is the gown ready?"

Charles nodded and lifted the three gift bags in his hands. "As you said, I ordered three limited edition gowns."

"Mm." Yvette smiled, relieved Charles of the three gift bags, and put them in Sophia's hands. "I don't know if your taste has changed, so I asked Charles to order a few more dresses. Pick one to wear tomorrow, or you can wear all three dresses. It’s entirely up to you.”