Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 335

After doing all this, Charles suddenly lowered his head and looked down at her feet, not knowing what was in his mind.

"What's the matter?" Sophia did not like it when someone stared at her legs or feet and retracted them.

"Nothing." Charles said, "It won’t be good for the baby if you wear high heels. Don't wear them anymore next time."

Sophia placed her hand on her lower abdomen subconsciously, stroked it gently, and nodded.

Charles stared at her for a while, then suddenly bent over and squatted on the ground, taking off one of her high heels.

"What are you doing?" Sophia was taken aback and kicked him, trying to make him stop. However, she just so happened to graze him on his shoulder as he grabbed her foot and planted a kiss on her ankle.

A warm sensation was felt on her ankle, turning Sophia completely stiff.

There were guests everywhere. Seven or eight guests were clearly astonished when they caught sight of this scene.

Sophia was slightly embarrassed from their gazes, her face heated up. She exerted herself and pulled her feet back. "...Don’t you find it dirty at all?"

"Every part of your body smells nice. Why do you say that it’s dirty?" Charles took off her other heel and tossed the pair of high heels aside.

Sophia’s feet were bare. Under everyone’s faintly discernible gazes, even her neck was dyed crimson. "Why are you taking off my heels?"

"You look really beautiful when you’re embarrassed. I really want to make love to you right here." Charles raised his head and looked at her. Her neck and cheeks had turned pink, blushing with embarrassment, looking a little more coquettish than usual.

He grabbed her other foot and bit her slender calf, leaving a mark on it.

Sophia, "..."

He was nothing like what she remembered him to be.

Would all men get horny at any moment just like him after their first time?

Even though they did not do anything unacceptable, their actions were ambiguous enough. What was more, they were in public. Sophia's heart was racing. She retracted her leg and glared at him out of embarrassment.

Charles chuckled and sat on the chair.

"How am I supposed to walk later now that you’ve taken my heels off?" Sophia frowned.

Charles replied, "I’ll carry you."

"..." Sophia said, "Quit playing around. Give me my heels."

Charles looked at her crimson face, his Adam's apple rolled slightly. He lifted her chin and pecked her on the lips. "I’m not playing."

"We’re at a dinner party. What would other people say about us if you carry me home!" Sophia leaned back, her back glued to the back of the chair as she looked at him warily. "Don’t do anything reckless!"

Charles found it hilarious when he saw how defensive she was acting. He sat back down. "You’re my woman. Charles’ woman. Who would have the cheek to say anything about us? Hmm?"

"...Give me my heels," Sophia said.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, she kicked his calf lightly.

She might not have noticed it, but her action looked slightly coquettish.

Charles grabbed her foot and stroked the sole of her foot. She was ticklish, hence she almost fell off the chair. He laughed and caught her in his arms. "You’re that ticklish?"

As they were being loud, there were even more people looking in their direction now.

When they saw Charles holding Sophia in his arms, a look of astonishment filled their eyes.

This was the first time in many years they saw him getting intimate with a woman in public!

Sophia’s entire body was burning. She exerted some strength and pushed Charles away, then walked barefooted to pick up her heels.

He wanted to put on her heels for her, but she pushed him away.

Just as she was lowering her head to fasten her seat belt, Charles came in as well and put his hands around her waist and lifted her up into his arms.

Sophia was alarmed by the rocket beneath his body that was ready to launch and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck. Her pupils were contracting. "Charl… Mm!"

He kissed her, pried her teeth open, and went in, his tongue intertwining and dancing with hers.

The kiss came in such a persistent and domineering manner that it left Sophia gasping for breath. She reached out to push him away but that bit of strength meant nothing to him at all.

He entangled with her, his other hand ran along her dress and slipped in.

Her evening gown was too tight. He breathed a little harder. He could not locate the zipper, hence he searched around the fabric for the flimsiest area.

"Don't… don't move!" Through his suit pants, Sophia held onto his erection, her eyes as soft as silk.

Charles gave her a hard kiss on the neck before letting her go, languidly staring at her. "Hmm?"

"Young people nowadays don't feel ashamed at all. Look at the things they’re doing in the car! Isn’t this a crime if children see this?"

"The moral degeneration of the world is getting worse day by day!"

An elderly couple walked past the car and sighed with grief and distress when they saw the scene in the car.

Sophia lifted her shoulder strap and exerted a bit of strength in her hands. "Charles, I’m with child. Don't do anything reckless or you will be the one to suffer in the end!"

"You won’t suffer?" Charles straightened up and wrapped his arms around her waist firmly, their bodies almost completely merged firmly together.

Sophia avoided his scorching gaze. "I said don’t do anything reckless. Do you hear me?"

"What are you afraid of? I’m not going to go in anyway." Charles kissed her earlobe a few times.

The most sensitive part of Sophia’s body was her earlobes. She twisted her body uncomfortably, wanting to reject him in a much sterner manner, though her voice was soft when she opened her mouth. "No!"