Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 57

The office was very quiet. If a needle were to fall to the ground, its sound could be heard.

"Excuse me, Mr. Harris, is there anything else? If it's okay, I'll go to work first." The office was very spacious, but with the presence of Charles, Sophia felt that every inch of air was compressed and that there was not much oxygen left.

Charles chuckled, his eyes gloomy and unclear. With faint sarcasm, he said, "You’re such a good employee who works hard and loves her job. Shall I increase your salary, then?"

"I see Mr. Harris is joking. This is my duty as an employee." Every cell in Sophia's body was tense, and she had no idea what had caused his dissatisfaction. Maybe, it was just that as long as she was Sophia White, whatever she did would cause him dissatisfaction.

"Is it also part of your duty as an employee to leave your clothes in my house on purpose?"

Charles snorted, then put down the teacup. He picked up a bag beside his feet and threw it onto the table.

After Sophia saw the bag, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to take her clothes back yesterday.

"Nothing else to say, huh?" Charles stood up, walked up to her, and looked down at her.

She lowered her head, and her height barely reached his shoulders. The appearance of her lowering her stance made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Why would he feel uncomfortable at this? He did not want to think about it and was not willing to think about it.

His height advantage brought a suppressive aura that was too heavy for Sophia.

She held her breath while taking a few steps back. She explained in a low voice, "Not on purpose."

At that time, her stomach was hurting so badly that she just wanted to go to the hospital. This made her forget about her clothes momentarily.

"This is such a bad explanation." Charles lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. "Sophia White, didn't I tell you previously that you should find a good excuse before telling lies?"

"How can Mr. Harris be so sure that it’s a lie and not a fact? Just because you have a bad impression of me, does that mean that everything I do is entirely with purpose?" Sophia clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, regretting it as soon as she finished speaking.

Her attitude would only make Charles even more dissatisfied with her.

Charles let go of her chin and stroked the scar on her forehead with his fingers, his eyes darkening slightly. "Sophia..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you with such an attitude." The place he touched was as if it was being licked by a sharp blade. A layer of cold sweat appeared on Sophia's nose. "And the accident in the car yesterday as well... I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Charles looked at the panic she tried to conceal with all her might. He frowned almost invisibly, and sat back on the chair again. "The tea has become cold."

"Please give me a moment, I'll make the tea again." Sophia boiled some hot water and made the tea nervously. She accidentally scalded her hands when she handed him the tea, but she did not dare say a word.

Charles glanced at her scalded, red hand. His eyes darkened, and as he picked up the teacup, he found that he had lost his appetite, so he put it back down again.

"I have a stomach problem. I drank too much alcohol yesterday and my stomach started to hurt really badly. I was in a hurry to go to the hospital, that’s why I forgot to get my clothes." Sophia did not know whether he would believe her words, but she still gave an explanation anyway.

The reason was simple—she could not bear his anger.

Charles gave a hum without happiness or anger noticeable on his face. He leaned back on the chair and pinched his shoulders, his expression appearing faintly exhausted.

Seeing this, Sophia hesitantly stopped talking. However, when she thought of what Megan had said, she still said cautiously, "I learned some massage techniques previously. I can give your shoulders a massage."

Charles's legs were crossed together while his hands were on his knees. He looked at her blankly.

Sophia could not understand what he meant, and her lips squirmed a few times. In the end, she did not say anything.

"You really have learned a lot of things," Charles said with unknown intentions and closed his eyes. "Come here."

Right at this moment, the door was pushed open.

Leah wheeled in. Seeing that Sophia was here, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she smiled. "I thought that only Charles was here, so I came in without knocking on the door. Don't mind me."

"It's none of her business to mind it." Charles poured away the cold tea and poured himself another cup of tea. He looked up at Leah. "How did you know to come here and find me?"

Leah glanced at the bag on the table and said softly, "I heard that my aunt asked you to send clothes to Sophia, so I came over here."

She turned and looked at Sophia with a standard polite smile on her face. "Please pour me a cup of tea, I'm feeling a little thirsty."

"Okay." Sophia suppressed the wronged feelings in her heart. She walked to the table and poured tea for Leah.

"You are an employee of Dream Club, not a servant. You don't need to do this."

Charles took the cup of tea in Sophia’s hand. He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, squinted at Leah, and said, "You can always receive news of wherever I go. People who don’t know any better will definitely suspect that you’ve installed a tracker on me."

They were talking lightly but the office was actually full of storms.

"Charles really knows how to joke. How can I have the courage to install a tracker on you? The reason why I know where you are is probably similar to the old saying of having connected thoughts." Leah chuckled, her pretty facial features became more vivid because of this smile. Charles snorted lightly and took a sip from his teacup.

"My body is inconvenienced. Can you pour me a cup of tea?" Leah looked at Sophia, and said gently, "Just a declaration first, I’m not treating you as a servant."

Sophia frowned and went to get the teapot again, but Charles stretched out his hand to take the teapot away.

He squinted at Leah. "I will say it again if you didn't hear it clearly. My employees are not responsible for serving tea and pouring water. If you want to drink tea, you can pour it yourself."