Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 58

"Charles is so protective of the club’s staff. He’s such a good boss." Leah's eyes flashed, and she pushed her wheelchair to the table. "No wonder so many people like to work with Charles."

There was a certain distance between the wheelchair and the tabletop. After she picked up the teapot with difficulty, her hand trembled. The boiling hot tea in the teapot spilled directly onto Sophia's lap.

"Hiss!" The hot water almost directly splashed on Sophia's body too, and she was dressed in thin working attire. She sucked in a breath of pain, and the cold sweat on her forehead appeared instantly.

Her entire right thigh was wet, and the water in the teapot was almost entirely poured out onto her body. Leah was really stable in doing things.

Charles frowned slightly. He moved to get up, but after seeing that the water had already splashed onto her body, he sat down again. He placed his hands on the table, clasping the tabletop while looking a little irritated.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold the teapot firmly just now!" Leah panicked and put the teapot on the table, her reddish eyes full of guilt. "Is it very painful? I'm sorry, I didn't know it would happen. If I knew, I would rather be thirsty than..."

Charles interrupted her with a cool voice and said to Sophia, "Go to a clinic to see to your legs. You don’t need to come in for work these next few days."

"Thank...Thank you, Mr. Harris." Sophia softly thanked him, forcing herself to endure the pain as her eyes glanced over at the table. "Can I… borrow a teacup...?"

The frequency of Charles clasping the table became a little faster. A bit of chill was heard in his voice. "Use it."

"Are you thirsty and want to drink water? Let me help you." Leah was flushed with embarrassment and went to get the teapot eagerly.

Sophia picked up an empty teacup and resisted the urge to throw it at her. "I'm not thirsty."

"Not thirsty? Then, what do you want a teacup for?" Leah put the teapot back on the table again. She said worriedly, "The water was so hot, you should hurry and go to the hospital."

Under Leah’s pretentious care, Sophia smashed the teacup onto the ground and picked up a fragment. Then, she made a small cut on her clothes and grasped the small opening with both hands.

Rip!

The clothes were torn, revealing her red thighs that had been scalded with more than ten blisters. The blisters and the previous scars on her thighs crisscrossed, appearing shocking.

If she had not torn her clothes open, the blisters would stick to her clothes after a while. She would be suffering pain when the time came.

Charles' gaze landed on the blisters and scars. At the same time, he stopped tapping the tabletop. For some unknown reason, his hands seemed to tremble a bit.

"I will pay the price for the teacup later." Sophia wiped the cold sweat that flowed down her forehead and walked out with great difficulty.

She already had an old wound on her right leg before this, and now that it was scalded by hot tea, she seemed more disabled and slow when she walked.

Her thin figure was reflected in Charles's pupils. His slightly frowning brows had loosened up, but his eyes became even darker.

"You are already injured like this. It is not convenient for you to go to the hospital by yourself. I will ask Charles to find someone and send you there." Leah turned the wheelchair to quickly catch up with Sophia and grabbed her arm.

The more Leah seemed sincere, the more sick Sophia felt. "I don’t need you to be ..."

She caught a glimpse at Charles, and she swallowed the ‘fake’ that was in her throat again.

“I shouldn’t trouble Ms. Jones. I’ll just take a taxi.”

Leah blinked her eyes with an innocent look. "Now that you mention it, it really seems like that."

"One or two times may be a coincidence, but as the coincidences pile up, they are not necessarily coincidences anymore." Charles stood up. He put his hands on the table and stared at Leah. "Leah, don't cross the line."

The air in the office seemed to freeze into ice at this moment.

"Charles, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Leah's eyes flashed, and she asked softly.

Charles lowered his head to tidy up his slightly wrinkled suit jacket. His short hair was shining under the sunshine, shining with a piercing light. "You're a smart person. You don't need me to be too straightforward; if I come out directly and say it, this will not be a good thing for you."

"Don't tell me you think that I'm following you or am having someone monitor you?" Leah sighed, feeling a little helpless. "I just want to talk to you about my brother's engagement next month, and then I happened to hear that you were here. So, I came over here. It’s not as complicated as you think."

Charles sat down again, glaring at her coldly without saying anything.

Both of them looked at each other with the presence of a faintly surging dark tide.

"What I'm telling is the truth. If you don't believe it, I can't help it." Leah spread her hands with a little frustration in her eyes.

Charles pulled his lips apart, but there was not even a slight smile in his eyes. "I don't like women who lie to me. Also..." He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly. "The Harris family will never be lacking in marriage partners."

"But it is well known to the public that I broke a leg for you two years ago. If the Harris family changes the marriage partner, I am afraid that the public opinion on the Harris family will be bad. If there are those who want to use the media to speculate, the price of Harris Corporation’s stocks will not be easy to handle." A shallow arc was on Leah’s lips.