Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 7

However, when she thought about the Whites…

She took a deep breath and lowered her head again. Then, she knelt slowly.

Thud.

Audrey was shocked by her kneeling. Charles stood behind her, and his eyes were extremely icy.

“Mr. Jones, I hope you’ll forgive me…”

Before she could finish, a glass of liquor was poured over her head. “Sophia, it’s been two years, and you’re still so contemptible for a man.”

Sophia was stunned. When she finally came back to her senses and wiped away the alcohol on her face, William had already left.

Perhaps he was disappointed in her.

Charles was not emotionally moved with this scene at all. He walked over and stopped in front of her. “Since the guest did not forgive you, then you should just keep on kneeling.”

After he said that, he lifted his legs and left.

“Charles…” behind him, Sophia called out to him. She asked softly, “Do you like Leah that much?”

He liked Leah so much that he hated her more than Leah’s biological brother.

“What did you say?” He stopped in his tracks and looked at her while lowering his gaze.

Sophia lifted her head. Her makeup was smudged. She looked comical with patches of black and white on her face. However, her expression showed that she was in despair. “Charles, I really regret what I did back then. If I knew that the person you liked was her, I would have never fallen for you. My biggest mistake in life is falling for you back then.”

He heard her clearly this time. His grim face looked even grimmer now. After a while, he laughed. However, his laugh sounded extremely terrifying. “Really?

“What can you do then? Sophia, the world doesn’t allow regrets.”

Sophia did not want to cause any trouble for her. She lifted her hand to stop her. In the end, amid her panic, she felt dizzy and fell on the ground with a thud.

Her forehead fell heavily on the marble. In her trance, she vaguely heard Megan calling her name. However, darkness overwhelmed her, and she lost consciousness.

At this moment, inside the club, Charles was sitting in the manager’s office with a serious expression on his face. A woman with a nice figure was steeping a pot of tea and poured him a cup.

The hot vapor was dense, and the room smelled nice.

Her instinct was to be observant. She knew Charles was in a bad mood, so she did not mention that at all. She only reminded him absent-mindedly. “I heard the lowest temperature tonight is -12 degree celsius. I’m afraid the flowers I bought that day may not be able to survive.”

“They’re just flowers. Just get new ones.”

“What about a human?”