Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 157

They both had an extraordinary aura and appearance. At this moment, the waitress and several guests turned to look at them as Zachary was pulling him.

"Sit, sit, sit. Let’s sit and… Cough, cough, and talk!" Zachary was laughing so hard that his tears had flowed out. He took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. Then, he put them on again and pointed to the seat.

Charles had never been laughed at like that before. He stood rooted to the ground and wanted to leave but eventually frowned and sat back down.

Zachary sat down and laughed. “Were you seriously asking me this question, Charles?"

"It must be a miracle for a person like you to be a gold medal lawyer." Charles looked askance at him, his countenance remaining the same… if his ears were not so red.

Zachary let out a “tsk” sound, then slumped in his chair. He was speaking like a gangster, "I am not impressed by the way you’re asking me for help. Why don’t we do this? Call me Big Brother, and I will tell you..."

Seeing that Charles had stood up and was prepared to leave, he stood up in a hurry and pulled him back, admitting defeat. "I’ll call you Big Brother, will that do?"

"Sure." Charles sat down again, tapped on the table, and said to him, "Go on."

"..." Zachary was extremely reluctant to call him Big Brother. However, in order to satiate his curiosity, he still called him Big Brother unwillingly.

Charles' crossed his slender legs and rested his hands on his knees, saying flatly, "You’re too soft. I can’t hear you clearly."

Zachary took a deep breath. "Big Brother!"

He was so loud that he attracted many people’s attention.

"I’m sure you heard it this time?" Zachary asked, sounding slightly gloomy and helpless.

Charles gave him a gentle nod.

"I’ve dug a hole for myself with my filthy mouth!" Zachary sighed and let out a dry cough as he did so. With suppressed excitement in his voice, he asked, "Why are you suddenly asking me this question? You realized that you’ve fallen in love with Sophia?"

Charles' Adam’s apple rolled slightly. He turned his head away and refused to look at him. "I asked you a question."

"..." Zachary was unable to worm any information out from him, so he had no choice but to move with Charles’ rhythm. "To put it simply, if you like someone, you will have the desire to tie her under your nose so you can see her every minute and every second.”

Charles pursed his lips, picked up his mug, and took a sip of coffee. He did not really taste anything.

"You can’t stand it when someone bullies her and can't stop yourself from teaching her bullies a lesson." Zachary pushed his glasses. "If others bullied my little girl, I’m definitely striking back."

Charles raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then took another sip from the mug. This time, the coffee tasted a tad bitter but also slightly fragrant. It was hard to tell whether it was more bitter or more fragrant.

"It’s too complicated to put it that way." Zachary paused and asked him, "Think about it, if Sophia wants to marry other men, take William for example, will you be able to accept it?"

Charles frowned. He put down his mug, dropped his hands on the table, and began tapping over and over again.

"We have a problem here." Zachary glanced at his tapping fingers. He might sound sorry, but he was actually gloating. "You didn’t know how to cherish her when she liked you back then. From what I can see now… Tsk, it’s going to be tough if you want to pursue Sophia!"

The lingering taste of coffee in his mouth seemed to have turned even more bitter now. Charles lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. He then stood up and announced, "I'm leaving now."

However, after hearing Leah’s question, he moved and looked at Charles, waiting to hear his answer.

Audrey noticed his reaction, and her expression turned livid. However, as Charles was around, she simply snorted heavily instead of embarrassing William.

There was a flash of mockery in Charles’ eyes as he said flatly, "You met Dr. Hemingway and told him that I asked him to treat your legs, didn’t you? Didn't you also ask him if he could treat Sophia's leg?"

"You got the wrong idea, Charles." Leah sighed and said, "My mom heard about Dr. Hemingway’s superb medical skills and approached him to treat my legs. She might have been worried that he would reject her, maybe that’s why she mentioned your name.

"As for Sophia, you know that my mom doesn't care about Sophia as much as I do. Hence, she didn't ask Dr. Hemingway about Sophia."

Charles smoothed out the wrinkles on his suit he got from walking. "Aunt Lewis is really impressive, huh? She simply brought up my name casually and ended up making Dr. Hemingway feel as though I was threatening him.”

"Not that my mom is impressive or anything. Dr. Hemingway is the one who got the wrong idea." Leah said pointedly, "Dr. Hemingway has superb medical skills and extensive knowledge. However, he has special requirements when he treats his patients. In other words, he often expects a lot from people of higher status.”

The implication was that Victor hated the rich and that he told Charles these things because he was trying to slander Madam Jones, a wealthy person.

"Mm. Dr. Hemingway treats everyone the same and has a good reputation among doctors and patients," Charles said.

The smile on Leah’s face froze for a moment when he deliberately misinterpreted her message. She listened as he continued, "Judging from Dr. Hemingway's character, he will never say things about Aunt Lewis on purpose. Aunt Lewis must have been too aggressive like she always does, causing Dr. Hemingway to misunderstand her."

Leah smiled and corrected him helplessly, "She’s not aggressive, really. My mom’s a straightforward person and speaks everything that’s on her mind. She just needs to work on her interpersonal communication.”