Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 231

Charles did not even glance at the ward and brought her to a doctor to treat the wound on her face.

After the wound was treated, Charles took her hand without a word and walked out.

Sophia frowned and swung his hand away. “Won’t you regret doing this?”

"Why should I regret?" Charles asked, lowering his gaze to look at the emerging slap marks on her face. "Who did this? Grandpa’s men or Mr. Phillips’ men?"

Sophia furrowed her brows so hard that a vertical wrinkle had formed. She stressed her words, "You don't need to do this."

After a pause, she added, "I will never forgive you."

"... You must be tired after the entire ordeal, right?" A dim glow flickered in Charles' eyes, but it went back to normal in no time. "Let's go."

He reached out in an attempt to pull her.

Sophia pulled her hand back, avoiding his touch. "I'm going to check my leg. You go on ahead."

Having said that, she started toward one side of the corridor.

Charles pursed his lips, ran his fingers several times through his hair that was messed up from the running earlier, and followed her at every step.

Sophia was only making an excuse when she said that she wanted to check her leg. She simply did not want to be around Charles.

Sophia frowned when she realized that he was treading on her heels at this moment. In the end, she could not stand it anymore. "Why are you following me?"

"I’ll keep you company." Her figure was reflected in his pupils. His eyes were dark and dim like an endless abyss trying to draw someone in.

Sophia was not used to him staring at her like that. She dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze. Her tone sounded slightly softer now. Even so, it was not at all pleasant either. "No. You should go back. I will return when Dr. Hemingway is done checking my leg."

Charles did not move, and his eyes continued to lock on her like magnets.

Sophia frowned at his reaction.

"You worked with Grandpa to leave me. How am I supposed to trust that you will return?" Charles said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse. His eyes were slightly bloodshot.

Sophia pursed her lips and put on a sullen expression. She said no more. Then, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Charles followed behind her, taking off his suit jacket and draping it over her. The white blouse underneath was almost completely soaked through as it glued tightly to his body.

Seeing that she was about to take it off, he said, “If you catch a cold, it may trigger your pulmonary edema again. You don’t have to torture yourself even if you hate me."

Sophia glanced at the suit jacket that was draped over her body, then glanced at the two prominent red dots in front of his body. She frowned without a word.

The two entered Victor's office.

In the office, there was a beautiful woman in a patient’s attire apart from Victor. Sophia recalled seeing this beautiful woman before. Dr. Hemingway had addressed her as Ms. Florence. She was a dancer.

When he saw Sophia coming in, Victor nodded to greet them before pointing to the chairs on the side, motioning her and Charles to wait for a moment.

Sophia had been through a lot the whole day. Moreover, her nerves were still tense. She was mentally and physically exhausted, so she headed straight for the chair and sat down.

Charles looked slightly unwell but did not take a seat and stood next to her instead. He locked his eyes on her.

When he had arrived at the crash site, Sophia was already gone. The man in the front passenger seat had died from excessive blood loss before the ambulance arrived.