Drenched in Love

Chapter 107: What Kind of Relationship It is in Hazel’s Eyes

The wound on Sophia’s hand was not serious, though it looked a little scary. While in prison, she

suffered more serious injuries.

Hannah took out the scald cream from the medicine box and handed it to her. Sophia was about to

reach out to get it, but Hannah took it back: "Miss Carter, let me do that for you."

Sophia was taken aback, and she realized something, so she turned to look upstairs.

There was no one near the railing of the second floor. But there was a little gap in the study room that

revealed the secret.

Sophia lowered her eyebrows, as if she was thinking about something.

After the medicine was applied, Sophia went back to her room to rest. With much pressure in heart,

Sophia tossed in bed for a long time before falling asleep. She didn’t know how long it took. It was still

in the midnight when Sophia opened her eyes in a daze. She found that the door of her room was

opened, and a white figure floated in.

The horrible memory that she had almost forgotten flashed in her brain quickly. Sophia stiffened. She

sat up abruptly, and picked up the pillow to throw at the white figure floating towards her.

When she was about to find something else and continue to throw towards the figure, Stephen's

irritable voice sounded: "Sophia, what are you doing?"

Sophia held the water glass she wanted to throw firmly in her hand, staring in shock at the figure that

became clear before her gradually. And she asked uncertainly: "Mr. Berry?"

When Stephen finished working and planned to take a rest, he thought of Sophia's hand burned by

coffee, and was worried, so he went down to take a look. He had planned to come in quietly to take a

look, and then go upstairs to rest, but he didn't expect...

Sophia held the water glass by both hands: "Mr. Berry, it's so late. What can I do for you?"

After being caught, an abnormal red appeared on Stephen's face. Fortunately, it was so dark at night,

so Sophia couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Mr. Berry?" Seeing him not speaking, Sophia asked him again.

Stephen coughed slightly, and said coldly and unsatisfactorily: "I come here to tell you that you don't

need to make breakfast tomorrow! The food you cooked taste bad, so, I don't want to eat them

anymore!"

Sophia: "..." You had been eating for such a long time!

The room was quiet, and Sophia was alone again. Sophia put down the water glass, and took the

pillow that Stephen had thrown at the end of the bed back to the head, and lay on the bed.

Lying down this time, Sophia was relaxed: Stephen still disliked her very much. Some of her previous

thoughts were completely flattering herself...

Emmanuel’s shirt was dried overnight. Sophia sorted it out, and put it in a paper bag. She gave it to

Hazel when everyone had gone out to eat at noon: "This is Emmanuel’s shirt. I took it away when he

rescued me. Would you please help me return it to Emmanuel?"

Hazel looked at Sophia and suggested, "Sophia, do you have time tonight? How about I ask my brother

to have dinner with us? You can return the shirt to him in person."

Sophia shook her head: "I still have something to do tonight, so, please help me give the shirt to

Emmanuel."

Hazel was silent for a moment. She didn't want to ask originally, but thinking of her brother's sincerity

towards Sophia, she did not hold back, and asked: "Sophia, you and Mr. Berry..."

"There is nothing between us!" Sophia answered quickly.

Hazel asked skeptically, "Really?"

Sophia nodded solemnly: "It’s true. In this world, I may have a relationship with any man, but it's

impossible for me to have a relationship with Mr. Berry as you thought."

Seeing Sophia's determined expression, Hazel was relaxed a bit. After returning home, she gave the

paper bag to Emmanuel and told him Sophia's thoughts.

Emmanuel took the paper bag. He had a look at the shirt inside, and then put the bag away, but the

smile at the corners of his eyes didn't disappear until Hazel left.

Hazel looked at her brother, and didn't know whether to feel happy or sad for him.

Sophia's hand was wounded, so she could skip the breakfast and dinner at the Berry villa, but when

Stephen took a bath at night, she still had to wait by him.

Sophia lowered her eyebrows shyly, trying to avoid Stephen's naked body. But when she was wiping

his body, Stephen's obvious upright male symbol still made Sophia feel embarrassed.

After wiping, she breathed a sigh of relief secretly. She took the towel and turned to leave, but Stephen

held her wrist.

"Mr. Berry..." Sophia tried to pull her hands back, but she failed.

Stephen took a step forward, and his naked body was about to stick to Sophia. And she could clearly

feel the heat radiating from his body. She was so hot that she began to sweat.

Stephen looked at her condescendingly. He spoke with a nice but icy voice, and there was an

inexplicable feeling in his voice today.

"I heard that you said, in this world, you might have a relationship with any man, but it was impossible

to have the kind of relationship with me as Hazel thought."

Sophia looked up in astonishment: How could he know what she told Hazel around noon?

Stephen let go of her wrist, but began to pinch her chin with his cool fingers. He lifted her chin up

slowly. While looking at her impeccable facial features, he asked casually, "What kind of relationship is

it in Hazel’s eyes?"

He lowered his head slowly, getting closer and closer to her. The air he exhaled when he spoke

sprayed on her face.

"Tell me. What kind of relationship is it?"

His fingers strengthened gradually and hurt her.

Sophia was looking at Stephen seriously. In the past, she thought Stephen hated her and wanted to

insult her, but according to the current situation, it seemed that it had changed unconsciously.

Sophia bit her lip and said: "Mr. Berry, you..."

His fingers pinched her chin harder, and she frowned in pain. Just when she wanted to remind Stephen

to let her go, the fingers on her chin moved away. Then, she tightened her waist, when a big hand was

placed on the back of her head. Stephen kissed her with his cold lips.

His breathing was hot and his kisses were anxious. He was so powerful that Sophia couldn't get rid of

him no matter how hard she struggled.

"woo, woo, woo." Sophia cried with her lips being suppressed.

Stephen ignored her, but hugged and kissed her harder. There were uncontrollable feelings in the hugs

and kisses, as well as obvious anger and unwillingness. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He came to her for revenge! To watch her would rather die than live! But what was the result? He was

fascinated by her, and uncontrollably fell in love with her. What was even more hateful was that in her

eyes, Stephen was a man she would never want to have any relationship with!