Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 183

The car ahead stopped again and Victor stepped on the brakes. "I heard Mr. Harris calling you his girlfriend?"

"... Not quite." Sophia let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "I’m just his lover."

Victor paused for a moment and said, "I’m sorry for being presumptuous."

"It’s alright," Sophia said with her eyes downcast.

They were not really close, so they stopped talking about private topics like that and started talking about other irrelevant topics instead.

The road was very congested. There were many places where cars were traveling much slower than pedestrians. Sophia simply got out of the car, went to a mini-market to buy some fruits, and then returned to the car that was still crawling slowly in the traffic.

Aunt Lucy had called them seven to eight times to rush them. Even so, there was nothing they could do. 50 minutes later, Sophia and Victor finally arrived at the housing estate where the Hemingway’s residence was located.

Victor was a popular guy. In this fast-paced urban life where not everyone would know their next-door neighbor, people had been greeting him the moment he drove into the housing estate.

"Oh dear, are you bringing your girlfriend home, Vic?"

"Your girlfriend is really beautiful, just a tad too skinny. Vic, your aunt is such a good cook. Ask her to cook more delicious food for your girlfriend!"

"Your mom and your aunt were still complaining to me yesterday, saying that they have no idea when they can hold their grandson. I’m sure it will be really soon! Sigh, I wonder when that rotten son of mine will bring his girlfriend home. He’s making me worried!"

Victor smiled and replied to them one by one, explaining to everyone that they had gotten the wrong idea. Sophia was just standing next to him while smiling politely, occasionally saying hello to the aunties and uncles. She looked natural and unrestrained.

Ding!

When the elevator arrived, the two said their goodbyes and walked out of the elevator.

"You are very popular." Sophia followed behind him, a trace of envy hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Before the car accident, she was a hedonistic daughter of rich parents with only Leah as one of her very few ‘good friends’. Basically, with Leah standing next to her as a comparison, none of the elders liked her.

After the car accident... all she had left was Sterling and Nicole.

"Sigh, I’m so handsome and good-tempered, it's hard not to be popular!" Victor waved his hands and laughed. When he noticed the envy and loneliness flashing in her eyes, he added a few more words. "It's mainly because of Aunt Lucy.

"She likes to make friends. When she cooks something, she will usually give some of it to the neighbors in the housing estate. She often goes square dancing with everyone and whatnot, so she knows more people. Everyone knows that I am her nephew, so we usually greet each other when we meet."

As soon as his voice fell, the Hemingway’s residence’s door clicked open. Aunt Lucy's round head poked out from behind the door. “You brat. Why didn’t you knock on the door when you’re already here?"

"We’re so close, I didn’t think that it was necessary to knock. Having telepathy should be more than enough." Victor laughed.

Aunt Lucy hopped out from behind the door and smacked his head. "When will you ever admit your mistakes obediently instead of talking back!"

"When will you ever stop hitting me, Aunt Lucy." Victor sighed, covering his head. "I thought that with Ms. White around, you would at least take my personal image into consideration."

Aunt Lucy rolled her eyes at him and shoved him aside. Then, she took Sophia's hand with a grin and said, "It’s so late now. You must be hungry, right? Come in. I cooked all your favorite dishes!"

"I’m not really hungry, actually, but I do miss your dishes, Aunt Lucy." Sophia was dragged into Hemingway’s residence by Aunt Lucy.

Hemingway’s residence had three bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. It was very spacious and had western-styled fixtures.

Outside the huge french window, dozens of potted green plants were arranged neatly on the balcony. Several chrysanthemums were just starting to bloom. In the middle of the green plants was a set of tables and chairs with teapots and several teacups placed on it.

"It’s all Ms. White’s favorite dishes, Aunt Lucy? What about my favorites?" Victor followed behind them and entered the door, then closed it.

Aunt Lucy turned her head and cast him a sidelong glance. "If you and Soph like to eat the same thing, then it will all be your favorite now, won’t they?"

Victor darted a cursory glance at the kitchen. "Is your beef still cooking, Aunt Lucy?"

"!" Aunt Lucy swallowed all her unfinished sentences back in and rushed into the kitchen in a flurry, muttering something in her mouth.

Aunt Lucy was still the same even after two years. This recognition eased up Sophia's tense spine slightly. She looked around but did not see Victor's mother.

Patter.

At this moment, the door opened.

A person walked in in a hurry. Perhaps she thought that Aunt Lucy was alone at home, hence she sounded quite edgy when she said, "The beautician who served me today is a novice, so she spent a bit more time! Lucy, has the daughter-in-law that you’re going to introduce to me arrived?”

Sophia, "..."

She frowned and turned to look at Victor sitting next to her.

Victor waved his hands at her to indicate that he had no idea what his unreliable aunt told his mother.

Before Aunt Lucy could answer from the kitchen, Madam Hemingway continued impatiently, "It’s pretty quiet at home. She isn’t here yet, right? Phew, if I was late for our first meal together, she would think that I am not satisfied with her and refuse to be Vic’s…”

The last word ‘girlfriend’ was stuck in her throat when she caught sight of Sophia.

"Hello, Aunt Hemingway. I'm Sophia." Sophia stood up and smiled at Madam Hemingway.

Madam Hemingway had big wavy burgundy curls and applied delicate makeup on her face. At this moment, she had already taken off her coat. Her black dress outlined her curvaceous figure.

If it were not for the words she had just said, Sophia never would have guessed that the fashionable young woman standing in front of her was Victor’s mother.