Drenched in Love novel Chapter 64

Emmanuel honked his horn, and the Rolls-Royce did not move.

Emmanuel frowned. If the other side wouldn't give a way, he could give it way. But he was going out, and his car was already followed by several cars. He could not go back.

Emmanuel honked his horn a few more times.

Hazel recognized the car owner and looked at Sophia. Sophia knew that she could not escape and said, “Emmanuel, open the door, and I'll go down and have a look.”

Sophia went to the back seat of the Rolls-Royce and tapped on the window. The double-glazed glass fell slowly, revealing Stephen's handsome but cold and ruthless face, “Get in the car.”

“Mr. Berry, I...”

As window glass slowly went up, Sophia could only see her figure from the black glass.

Sophia once again knocked on the window, thinking to discuss again, but the window was motionless.

Seeing that, Emmanuel got off and walked to Sophia, “Sophia, what is going on?”

Sophia shook her head. She said to Emmanuel apologetically, “I'm sorry, Emmanuel. Go back with Hazel. Someone is here to pick me up.”

Sophia carried her stuff to the Rolls-Royce, and said goodbye to Hazel and Emmanuel. Stephen’s impatient voice came out of the window, “Hurry up!”

Sophia gave an apologetic smile, turned to get in the car.

Emmanuel wanted to stop her but Hazel grabbed his hand, “Brother, that is Mr. Berry's car.”

Emmanuel was stunned.

Vincent behind came over and frowned when he looked at the Rolls-Royce leaving, “Who is it in the car?” He actually knew who was in the car, he just felt difficult to believe.

Back to the villa, Sophia put her things in the bedroom. Stephen ordered her to cook. After finishing six dishes and soup, Sophia was ready to leave, but Stephen stopped her, “Where are you going?”

Hearing that, Sophia stood next to the table.

Stephen ate a few mouthful of food. When he was to drink soup, he looked at Sophia. Sophia immediately reached out and took the soup bowl, filled the soup, and put it in front of Stephen. Before the bowl was put down, Stephen's face darkened, “Do you want to pour the whole bowl of soup over me?”

Sophia took a look at the way she carried the bowl. She was holding the bottom of the bowl with her four fingers and pressing her thumb on the top of the soup bowl. Wasn't that how everyone held their bowls?

Seeing Stephen’s dark face, Sophia held the bowl with two hands. The soup was hot. Sophia could not help but frown, trying not to hold the bowl steadily.

If the soup bowl fell down, it would really spill all over Stephen.

Stephen looked at her pale face, and his heart softened, but he became annoyed. He took over the soup bowl and scolded, “Fuck off!”

Sophia did not leave but stood beside Stephen. She asked, “Mr. Berry, I heard that you sent me to the hospital. If you hate me so much, why did you save me, isn’t it good that I died?”

Stephen took two mouthfuls of soup and continued eating vegetables without answering her question.

After a while, Sophia thought he would not answer, and she was to leave. Stephen said, “You are my servant, your life is mine. You can't die until I tell you to. You can only die when I think you should die.”

The answer made sense!

The next morning, Sophia continued to return to the public relations department to work. Jennifer led all the staff in the PR department to welcome her back.

They all saw that Stephen held her to the hospital in panic and they got an idea in their mind about Sophia, so they held better attitude to Sophia. It seemed to return to her first day to work.

Natalia was unnatural to see her and sat down on her chair.

After Sophia committed suicide, Natalia was afraid for a long time. She bought a gift and was to apologize, but she came back because she was not allowed to go in. After coming back, she was afraid that Stephen would fire her. She tried to find excuses for herself, and finally, she believed her own story: Sophia's suicide had nothing to do with her. She just accidentally broke Sophia's glass.

Hazel was happy that Sophia went back to work. At noon when it was time to get off work, she took Sophia's hand and asked her to go out for dinner to celebrate her recovery. Sophia smiled and agreed.

As they walked out of the office, Emmanuel arrived, carrying two insulation bottles.

When they came out, Emmanuel smiled and said, “You're going out to dinner, aren't you? Don't go out, I have cooked for you, come to eat!”

Pork liver, spinach, chops, fish, and a bucket of malt duck kidney soup.

Looking at these dishes, Hazel felt incredible, could not help but ask, “Brother, you made these? Can't you cook? When did you learn to cook all these besides barbecue?”

Emmanuel looked at Sophia, “You had been taking care of Sophia in the hospital, so I want to give your nutrition. Eat!” Emmanuel filled a bowl of soup to Sophia, “Sophia, I see on the Internet that people recovering from a serious illness do not have good appetite. Drink more of this malt duck kidney soup, it is an appetizer and will promote digestion, it can help you recover.”

Sophia took over the soup bowl, “Thank you. I'm all right now. You needn't have bothered.”

Emmanuel replied with a smile, “It doesn’t matter! I make it for Hazel anyway.”

Sophia could not help but bend the corners of her mouth.

She meant it. After being released from prison, being with Hazel and Emmanuel was her most happy period of time.

Three people talked and laughed while eating.

Outside the office, in a corner they couldn't see, Stephen stood scowling. He was followed by Daniel.

Looking at the scene, Daniel did not know if he should be happy or sad for Sophia, especially to see Emmanuel was close to Sophia. Daniel found that Stephen's face was dark to the extreme.

The second day at noon, Emmanuel sent over food for Hazel and Sophia.

Unfortunately, Stephen saw it again.

In the villa at night, Sophia cooked as usual, and served Stephen to eat standing in front of the table.

Sophia gave a bowl of soup to Stephen. Stephen took a look and knocked it off. The hot soup splashed all over the floor. Stephen took a look and told her to clean before he left.