Drenched in Love novel Chapter 43

Hazel thought of that day Sophia went back to work. Daniel’s words apparently showed that Sophia and Stephen reached some agreement.

Thinking like this, Hazel's face was getting worse, and her tears were about to fall down, “Sophia, I'm sorry, it is my fault.”

Sophia shook her head with a smile, “Hazel, it has nothing to do with you.”

Sophia knew, even if there was no Emmanuel, Stephen would not let go of her. Even if she left the Berry Group, Stephen still had a thousand ways to torture her.

“Hazel, I'm tired. I want to have a rest. Hurry to have your dinner before you keep your brother waiting.

After watching Hazel left, Sophia sat back on her chair, began to sleep lying on the desk. She got tired from last night, and her back ached, but now she was sleepy. And she almost fell asleep when she worked in the morning.

Sophia soon fell asleep and when she woke up in a daze, it had been two hours and it was time to go to work.

Sophia got up and the quilt fell down from her body. Sophia picked it up and found it was Hazel’s, she felt warm at heart.

Seeing that she woke up, Hazel took out dessert, “Sophia, you didn't have lunch, take it!”

Sophia was indeed hungry, so she took it over with a smile. Looking at the exquisite cake, smelling the sweet cream aroma, Sophia suddenly thought of what she had last night and felt sick. She put down the cake and ran to the office.

She didn't eat anything in the morning, nor did she at noon. Her stomach was empty and even if she vomited, she just spat out a few saliva.

Sophia went back to the office with a pale face. Natalia asked with a smile, “Sophia, are you pregnant? Who is the father?”

Sophia sneered, “So the reason for your vomit every time is pregnant!”

When Sophia went back to the villa at night, she still learned cooking from Hannah, but no longer was forced to eat leftovers from the trash can. After dinner, Stephen said, “There's too much weeds in the back garden. It's time to clean it up.”

Sophia was arranged to pull weeds. No tools, just hands.

The garden in the villa was large, and the night was drawing to a close when it was finished. Sophia was dizzy and thought she had back to the villa of her family. She walked to the second floor in a daze, opened the second door and went in.

After taking a bath, Sophia opened the wardrobe, conveniently picked a white pajamas to put on, lied on the bed and covered with a summer quilt.

Stephen woke up at four o’clock in the morning, and couldn't fall asleep again. Stephen went downstairs, took out a bottle of brandy from the refrigerator, poured a glass of it and turned upstairs.

When he passed by the second door on the left, Stephen stopped.

On Jessie’s birthday, Jessie got drunk in the villa. Stephen arranged Jessie to sleep here, next to his bedroom.

Remembering the past, Stephen put his hand on the door handle and pushed open the door.

Seeing the weak figure lying on the bed, Stephen could not help but hold his breath: Jessie!

He had bought the white nightgown and put it in the wardrobe after that night, in case Jessie stayed there one day and had no nightgown to wear after a shower.

After that day, Jessie never got drunk at his place again. He was afraid that he could not control himself, and he did not insist that Jessie stayed at his house. Jessie had never worn this nightgown since he bought it. He thought Jessie would wear it one day, but...

Stephen tiptoed to the bed, looking at weaker figure with her back to him: Jessie, you come to see me, right?”

He had many times in his dream that Jessie was wearing this nightgown. The scene in front of him was exactly the same with Stephen's dream.

“Jessie...”

Stephen sat on the edge of the bed, took off his shoes and then lied down.

Sophia felt in her sleep that she was being hugged. It was uncomfortable. She stretched out her hand to push, but was held more tightly.

Sophia frowned, thinking “who is this, why so annoying”, wanted to get up to argue with him, but she had not rested for two days and nights and was tired badly, soon she again fell asleep.

Then she was kissed to wake up.

She felt something cold and wet wriggling at the back of her neck, and gradually it slid from the back to the front. Sophia groaned and reached out to it. Her hand was caught, and then a heavy object covered her body.

Cold hands clasped her face, and the cold lips fell. He kissed with deep despair. Sophia tried hard to struggle, but she failed to break free.

The person finally let go of her lips, Sophia opened her mouth to breathe. By the time she came to herself, the man's lips were on her abdomen. Her pajamas were gone, and even her bra was gone.

Now she, like a naked fish, was pressed on the chopping board.

Sophia’s face gradually got pale. She tried to struggle to push the man over, which annoyed the man. The man took her wrists with one hand and put her hands over her head and slowly rubbed her body with the other.

When the naked body pressed down and by the faint light through the window, Sophia finally saw it clearly that this man was Stephen!

“Mr. Berry!”

Sophia trembled to speak.

The drunk Stephen did not hear that, he only felt his body hot, which was about to explode. In a daze, he tried to open his eyes wide to see what Jessie looked like, but he seemed to have forgotten what Jessie really looked like.

He loosened Sophia's hand, held Sophia's face with a big hand, “Jessie, don't be afraid. I'll do it lightly. Don't be afraid.”

Sophia was stunned and did not get it.

The lower abdomen was stuck by something, hot, slippery...

Sophia blushed and suddenly understood something. She tried her best to struggle, “Stephen! I'm Sophia! I'm not Jessie! I'm Sophia! You hate me!”

Stephen woke up in that moment. The person on his front was Sophia, not Jessie. But while his mind was clear, his body was out of control.

“Mr. Berry, I am Sophia, not Jessie. Let me go! Hurry up...”