Charles lowered his head to look at her, chuckled, then bent over to pick her up, putting her face down on his lap, and reached out to massage her waist.
The force he applied was just right as heat enveloped her sore waist. It was very comfortable.
However, Sophia felt uneasy out of force of habit when she was lying face-down as she could not see him. She put her hands on the couch and tried to get up.
"Don't move." Charles tapped her hip twice and pressed her down again.
He did not use a lot of force when he slapped her buttocks, but at that very moment, her vision was immensely sensitive and the spot he touched felt like it was sprinkled with fire. With a whoosh, the fire began spreading to her limbs and bones. Astonishingly, it was scalding.
Sophia felt like her head was struck by lightning as it went blank in an instant. Even her body was stiff. It took a long time for her to come back to her senses.
"My waist doesn't hurt anymore. Put me down." Sophia's tongue had turned rigid. It was difficult to even speak.
Charles was still massaging her waist slowly. "It doesn’t hurt? So we’ll continue tonight?"
Sophia was stumped for words.
"I've seen, touched, and penetrated, but now you’re getting shy when I’m just massaging your waist?" Charles' gaze fell on her curvy figure. His throat was slightly dry and he forced himself to look away.
Sophia pressed her lips firmly and frowned subtly.
Was this… how all men talk after their first time?
The force that Charles used to massage her waist was moderate. The soreness on her waist had been reduced greatly. Sophia simply lay down on the couch and cooperated with him as he massaged her.
After massaging her waist for some time and thinking that that should suffice, he then shifted his position and started massaging her leg. Sophia was quite embarrassed to tell him that her calves were not the ones that were uncomfortable but the area above her knee was.
"Does it feel better?" Charles asked.
Sophia hummed in reply, her voice sounded muffled because she was facing downward. "It feels so much better."
As soon as her voice fell, the doorbell rang suddenly.
"Go on ahead and get the door." Sophia clambered away from him and sat on one side. She felt so much better when she was lying on her stomach earlier, as soon as she moved, though, her body started feeling uncomfortably sore again.
Charles got up to open the door, but after taking a closer look at the visitor, he pursed the corners of his lips and slammed the door shut.
"...Leah?" The door closed so fast that Sophia was unable to see clearly.
Charles' eyebrows were strained with a faint trace of disgust as he hummed in reply.
"Master Lewis and William’s apology was posted on the news and left a good impression on the public yesterday. Leah must be here for the same reason." Sophia tugged at her lips. "I think you should open the door for her."
Charles glanced at her and said, "With Grandpa around, she won’t be able to pull any of her petty tricks. You don’t have to do this to yourself."
"I can do it myself. I am better off on my own." Sophia trudged slowly to the door and opened it.
At the door, Mr. Jones was pushing an empty wheelchair, whereas Leah was kneeling on the ground with a pale face and tearful eyes. The weather was cold, but she was only wearing a thin patient’s gown, looking like a little white flower that was swaying in a storm.
Sophia glanced around but did not see any reporters. Even so, Leah had always been a meticulous person, hence no one could say for sure if someone was photographing them in secret.
"This is normal for couples. Uncle Jones and Leah will understand. They won't laugh at you." Charles reached out and pinched her nose in an exceedingly affectionate manner.
Leah clenched her fist slightly and lowered her head, suppressing the jealousy and envy in her eyes.
Mr. Jones let out a gentle cough at the sight of this.
Leah unclenched her fist and raised her head, staring at them as they glued tightly together with teary eyes, trying to suppress the jealousy in her heart. "No matter what, I still want to say sorry for hurting you."
She took a deep trembling breath and said with great misery, "But I still treat you as my friend and have minimized the harm I’ve done to you."
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have prosecuted you for intentional homicide two years ago so you would stay in prison for the rest of your life. If that happened, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to collect evidence at all."
Sophia looked astonished and hurt after hearing what she said, misinterpreting her words on purpose. "So that is what you have been thinking about? I have always treated you as my best friend, yet you tried to put me in prison for the rest of my life for intentional homicide?"
Leah did not press charges against her back then simply because she wanted to use this as a threat to get Charles to marry her.
Right now, Leah was probably regretting her decision for not suing her back then!
"Sophia, you got the wrong idea. That’s not what I… meant." Leah bit her lip, her tears falling like the rain. "I… I was just..."
She tried to keep her eyes open, but her body still swayed as though she would collapse any time now.
"Charles!" Sophia wrapped her arms around his in panic. "Did you record our conversation just now? If Ms. Jones passed out right now and trims the recording to frame me like what she did two years ago, I might have to go to prison again!"
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