Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 128

As James realized Sophie was about to faint, he quickly withdrew his hand.

“Cough, cough!”

Sophie coughed twice, her face still flushed, taking a while to recover.

"Sophie, I…” James wanted to reach out and touch the red mark on Sophie’s neck, but she instinctively backed away.

James fell silent. He had lost control.

Throughout the journey, James and Sophie sat in silence. Upon arriving at the Burke residence, Sophie noted the cozy setup of the house, undoubtedly arranged by Marian at Bea's behest.

Thinking back to the scene in the car, Sophie scoffed at herself. Living under the same roof with a man who seemed to wish her dead was truly suffocating.

"Sophie!"

James called out from behind, but Sophie didn’t stop her ascent up the stairs. She had no desire to speak with James any further, nor was she interested in any explanations he might have.

The next day, as dawn broke, Sophie came downstairs to find James leaning tiredly on the couch, looking as if he hadn't slept all night.

She packed some essentials, planning to head back to her apartment early.

When Sophie descended, James tensed up immediately. He blocked her path, his haggard appearance growing more pronounced, his tone carrying a hint of conciliation. “Where are you heading?”

"Back to my apartment." Sophie’s demeanor was cool.

James caught hold of Sophie’s wrist, opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally said slowly, “Don’t leave today, please. Last night’s incident was blown out of proportion, and I’m worried Grandma might come asking about it.”

Sophie shook off James’ hand. She had thought James wanted to apologize for last night, but instead, he was still worried about Nichole getting hurt.

This man was beyond hope.

He had always been able to keep his temper in check, but thinking about how Sophie had refused to accompany him to the dinner party and instead showed up with Colby and his group made him feel unbearably stifled.

This time, he had indeed gone too far.

‘Ding ding—’

The phone rang with a call from Colt, and James, weary, answered, “What’s up?”

"Mr. Burke, Ms. Nichole is checking out of the hospital."

“Okay. Take me there.”

“Yes, Mr. Burke.”