Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 219

Sophia suddenly recalled her life in prison. Though many women there were not very tall, they looked pretty much the same. When the prisoners were allowed to go out for exercise, they would encounter the male prisoners. Many of them had physiques like these men here.

Sophia licked her dry lips and tossed the scenes of her prison life out of her head by force. Her fingers were trembling a little.

"Misters, can I ask where Master Harris told you to send me to?" Sophia asked.

The bald man answered, "You will know when we arrive, Ms. White."

Sophia's right eyelid began to twitch as she started to feel inexplicably uneasy. "My brother and sister-in-law are worried about me. I need to tell them first.”

"Mr. White isn’t someone who can keep a secret. If you tell him now and he spills the beans, then you won't be able to leave anymore." It was still the bald man who spoke.

Sophia clutched the hem of her clothes as sweat broke out on her palm. "I won't tell my brother, then. I will only inform my sister-in-law so that they won’t worry about me."

"Master Harris ordered us to tell you only when we arrive, Ms. White. Please don’t make things difficult for us," the man in the front passenger seat said.

Sophia hummed a response. Her heart sank completely.

If Master Harris was trying to send her to other places, then why did he bother asking these men to keep this a secret from her?

She was afraid that things were not as simple as she imagined them to be.

Sophia swallowed her saliva and took out her phone calmly. Before she could unlock the pattern lock on her phone's screen, a hand reached out and snatched her phone away.

Her jaw was slightly tense as she turned to look at the hunky man beside her. "What do you mean by that, Mister?"

"Nothing." The man rolled down the car window and threw her phone out in front of her eyes before rolling the window up again.

Sophia turned around and saw through the rear window that her phone had fallen right in the middle of the road. Then, a car came at full speed, running over her phone.

This scene was like a basin of cold water as it poured down on her from head to toe, turning her entire body ice-cold.

She had taken out her mobile phone earlier just to test the reaction of the men in the car. If they asked her why she took her mobile phone out, then she could easily say that she was simply bored and wanted to use Weibo or play some games.

She did not expect them to throw away her mobile phone straight away without asking her anything.

"Did Master Harris ask you to do this?" Sophia asked mildly whilst clutching the hem of her clothes slightly.

There was no response. It was like no one had heard her question.

Sophia clutched the hem of her clothes a little harder now. She frowned slightly. "Why?"

She agreed without hesitation when Master Harris asked her to leave Charles, so why was he doing this?

There was still no response.

The air in the car felt like it had been compressed. Even breathing started to become difficult.

Sophia swallowed her saliva and asked slowly, "Since you’ve thrown my mobile phone away, can you tell me where you’re taking me now?"

"You will know when we arrive, Ms. White," the bald man on the driver’s seat said.

Sophia's breathing turned slightly heavy and raspy now. She said with much difficulty, "So..."

"You shouldn’t ask too many questions, Ms. White. We’re just doing what we’re paid to do. We don't know anything apart from the place we’re sending you to." The bald man cut her off.

Having said that, she clutched her chest and threw up a large pile of vomit onto the same spot.

The stench of alcohol mixed with rotten vomit permeated the entire car. The stench was so foul that it made others sick and nauseous.

The man who was standing hunched against the car window gawked at Sophia's drool and was almost entirely shrieking, "Stop the car! Stop the car right now!"

"We can’t pull over here,” the bald man said, "Hold on for a little while."

The man who tossed Sophia's phone away seemed to have reached his limit of endurance. "No way! I can’t stand this stench at all! It's fine if you don't stop the car, but open the window right now to air out the car!"

"No," the same man answered without hesitation.

Sophia wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and said to the bald man, "It must be extremely difficult for someone with mysophobia to be put in a situation like this. Why don’t you just roll down the window a little to dissipate the smell, or perhaps open up the sunroof. I don’t think I will be able to escape through the gap of the window or the sunroof."

They were still downtown, hence there were many pedestrians and vehicles on the road at this time. If she screamed at the top of her lungs, someone would probably call the police for her.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her, nor did they plan to roll down the car window.

Bleurp! Sophia said no more. However, when she felt another urge to vomit, she turned to the right, and the acid water that she spat out happened to splash onto the shoes of the man with mysophobia.

"Put her in the middle seat!!!" The man was going nuts. He yanked off his shoes straight away and threw it out the window before quickly rolling up the car window again.

Sophia glanced at the closed car window and sighed regretfully in silence.

The man in the front passenger seat turned his head and glanced at a seemingly unwell Sophia. He said to the man with mysophobia, "You’re a big man but you have more problems than a lady! You go to the middle seat!"

"Never!" The man looked at the big pool of vomit in the middle of the second-row seats and his face turned dreadful. "Put her in the middle seat. The doors are locked. She won’t be able to get out!"