Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 203

“Big Brother, you…” Holden Dawson was not satisfied with his words and wanted to say something with his pulpy face scrunched up.

Victor Hemingway gave him a warning look. “Uncle doesn’t have time today and had requested me to take care of this. You should listen to me.”

Holden Dawson grunted loudly and glanced longingly at Clara Robertson a few times before leaving angrily and slamming the door.

“How dare he still lose his temper?!” Clara Roberson pouted with great dissatisfaction.

Zachary Johnson gave her cheek a gentle pinch. “Take note of your attitude when you speak.”

It sounded like he was giving her a lesson, but his tone was filled with adoration.

Clara Robertson replied with a prolonged ‘okay’.

“My cousin has been spoiled by our family and has always done things according to his own liking. If he had done anything that had upset Miss Robertson and Lawyer Johnson, or said anything that sounded ignorant, I hope you would both forgive him,” Victor Hemingway smiled as he said this.

Zachary Johnson pushed his gold-rimmed glasses upwards. “Regardless of what happened, it was wrong of Clara to beat someone up. I should be the one to apologize on her behalf.”

Clara Robertson moved in close to Sophia White’s side and mumbled into her ear, “All of them may have a smile on their face, but who knows what they’re planning deep in their hearts. Tell me, aren’t they tired of putting up an act like this every day?”

Something flashed in Sophia White’s eyes as she replied lightly, “Maybe.”

Those people around her seemed to live this way as well. Even she had become this way.

Clara Robertson suddenly became excited. “That’s the way! Sophia, do you know what I like most about you? It’s this awesome look of a noble master. A noble master who has seen through the illusion of this material world!”

Sophia White’s mind had been stuck in unhappy memories, but Clara Robertson’s brain’s quirky thoughts had dissipated that depressing cloud accumulating within her.

She gave the buns on Clara Robertson’s head a squeeze. “… What you’re describing is a priest, the kind that cons people.”

Victor Hemingway and Zachary Johnson continued with their small talk for quite a while and it was decided that Victor Hemingway would buy everyone a meal as an apology on behalf of his cousin, Holden Dawson.

Sophia White thought it was not suitable for her to join them and wanted to leave with an excuse, but Clara Roberson insisted on her staying. Besides that, Victor Hemingway and Zachary Johnson did not mind her joining and Sophia White ended up having a meal with them.

The restaurant picked was Imperial Kitchen and Clara Robertson did not hold back with the orders when she got hold of the menu. She ordered more than dozens of dishes in one go.

“Please forgive her, Dr. Hemingway. This little lady of mine always orders food this way,” said Zachary Johnson.

Victor Hemingway smiled and took over the hot kettle from the waiter, pouring hot tea for everyone. “I should be happy that Miss Robertson does not stand on ceremony with me.”

Clara Robertson’s eyes were moon-shaped as she smiled. “That’s what I love to hear! You’re more handsome than your cousin and have a better personality than he does. I like it!”

Zachary Johnson lifted an eyebrow with slight unhappiness as he placed some food into her bowl. “Eat your food.”

“I see Miss White has had quite long walks since been discharged from the hospital,” Victor Hemingway noticed the atmosphere and did not continue the conversation with Clara Robertson, and instead turned towards Sophia White.

They had added each other on WeChat and Sophia White’s step rankings were displayed as number one on his good friend list. She had already walked twenty thousand steps and it was only noontime.

Clara Robertson added, “I know some that I can introduce to you too! There are so many burnt victims who are able to recover with their skins looking as it was. Compared to them, your condition is in much better shape, hehehe!”

“Thanks for both of your kindness, but I’ll pass for now,” Sophia White was not willing to face the strange look from others when her scars were exposed, but… She was now Charles Harris’s girlfriend and the thought of his reaction when he hugged her the other day made Sophia White frown. She decided to continue maintaining her ugly physique.

Clara Robertson could not understand this. “Why not treat it when you are able to? You…”

“You shouldn’t say much if you have nothing nice to say,” Zachary Johnson pulled on the back of her collar and pulled her behind Sophia White.

Vincent Hemingway pressed on a few more areas on Sophia White’s calf. His expression was now more relaxed. “There shouldn’t be any problem. Follow me to the hospital after our meal and I’ll continue checking above your knee.”

“Sorry for troubling you, Dr. Hemingway,” Sophia White pulled down the jean leg.

Victor Hemingway pulled out a chair and returned to his seat. “Next time, don’t go so far off to take a bus. Just get yourself a taxi or ask Mr. Harris to hire you a driver. I hope you can take good care of your body during your treatment period.”

“I will. Thanks for the concern, Dr. Hemingway,” Sophia White replied.

Clara Robertson had wanted to go shopping with Sophia White, but Vincent Hemingway had said that Sophia White should not walk too much. Besides that, she had to go to the hospital after the meal. Clara Robertson had no choice but to give up her shopping plans unwillingly.

The four of them headed for the elevator after lunch. Zachary Johnson had his hands around Clara Robertson and walked at the front while Vincent Hemingway and Sophia White were the third wheels walking behind them.

Waiters were serving food at a private room with the door open as they walked past.

Sophia White glanced unconsciously at the private room and saw Charles Harris inside. There was a stunningly beautiful woman who was about to lie in his arms, while a few men were standing around him, each with an arm over one or two women.