Chapter 8

Charles lifted his head to look at the woman. He faked a smile. “When did the manager of Dream Club, Marie Langdon, become so kind-hearted to stand up for irrelevant people?”

Marie lifted her eyebrows flirtatiously. When she was about to open her mouth…

There was a knock on the door. She was shocked. She put down her teapot. “I’m not kind-hearted. However, that girl is hardworking, and she’s able to endure hardships. It’ll be such a pity if she died in front of my door.”

After she said that, she sashayed over to open the door.

Charles watched her back while squinting his eyes. His brain was occupied with what Sophia said when she knelt there. That woman had changed indeed.

He lifted his teacup and took a sip. It was slightly bitter.

Marie stood at the door and talked to the person there. After that, she returned to the office.

Charles was drinking his tea. His movements were elegant and graceful. He was a born aristocrat. She was in a daze. Then, she came back to her senses and said softly, “The person fainted.”

The hand that was holding the teacup stopped mid-air. “Where’s William?”

“He’s frenetic. He sent her to the hospital himself.”

Charles pressed his lips together. His expression was hard to read. After a while, he said, “Get two people to follow them.”

Sophia felt like she was dreaming. In her dream, she was back in prison. The fat prison leader was hitting her. She could not take it anymore, so she committed arson.

The people who bullied her in the dream were all trapped in the fire, and so was she.

When she felt like she finally got the release she wanted, she opened her eyes and was slammed back to reality.

She looked at the IV bottle above her head and frowned in disappointment. When the nurse who was taking care of her saw her face, she could not help but mock her, “What’s wrong? Are you disappointed to be alive?”

Sophia looked at the rustling trees outside the window and did not say anything. The nurse shook her head and walked out with an empty bottle of medicine.

Sophia was the only one left in the room. Perhaps she was exhausted, so she fell asleep groggily after a while. When she woke up, it was already dark outside.

She blinked and felt a sharp pain shooting all over her body.

“You’re awake?” A deep voice sounded from beside her. She was shocked. She turned her head and saw Charles sitting on the sofa not far away from her. His legs were crossed nonchalantly.

The walls of the hospital were painted white. The light was shining on his face, and his expression was as bright as day. He was faking a smile. Sophia could not read his true intents.

“Sophia, it seems like you haven’t learned anything from your time in prison aside from the trick of injuring yourself to gain the enemy’s confidence.”

She lifted his eyebrows, and there was sarcasm in his narrow eyes. Sophia opened her mouth and did not fight back. She was already an eyesore that was deeply rooted in his heart anyway.

However, when she did not say anything, he started to become mad. “Not talking?”

Sophia pressed her dried lips together and looked at him with her head tilted. “Mr. Harris, you already have the answer in your heart. What should I say?”

Charles knitted his eyebrows together. Sophia looked obedient like this. However, she was rebellious in her bones. She was difficult to control. He stood up and walked over to her.

Sophia did not have time to react before his tall body towered over her. In the next second, he reached out and grabbed her chin. He said coldly, “Sophia, you’re so nauseating like this.”

She was in pain from being grabbed like that, but she did not have the guts to say anything. She braced herself to endure it. “Mr. Harris, I can change what’s bad about me.”

Charles pressed his thin lips together and squinted his narrow eyes.

Sophia had changed a lot in these two years. The baby fat on her face had disappeared. Her eyes that were once ignorant of worldly affairs now looked tired and as if they had run through the mills of life.

However, as much as her appearance changed, people would still recognize her as Sophia. Yet, they could not find any trace of her once arrogance and proud attitude back from when she was Miss White.

He pinched her chin and did not say anything for a very long time.

The room was so cold that it was suffocating. Luckily, there was a knock at the door.

Charles was unhappy. He tidied his sleeves and sat back down on the sofa. He said coldly, “Come in.”

Sophia thought it was a nurse who came to check on her. Much to her surprise, William was the one who stepped in.

She was taken aback. She opened her mouth to say something, but one was liable to make a slip of the tongue. Hence, she shut up.