Drenched in Love novel Chapter 67

With a soft woman in arms, Emmanuel stiffened and held his breath.

He looked down at the face of the woman in his arms.

Sophia was smiling, just as he had seen her before. But there was sadness in her smile. Smile was just on the surface and sadness was true inside.

Emmanuel wondered what could have forced such a beautiful person to commit suicide. Why did she live with such a smiling face?

Emmanuel raised his hand and wanted to touch Sophia's rosy cheeks.

Hazel looked at that with her mouth slightly open and did not know whether to stop. She knew her brother liked Sophia, but Sophia and Stephen...

When Hazel was hesitant and Emmanuel’s hand was only a few centimeters away from Sophia’s face, Sophia got out from his arms. The smile on her face froze and she turned to look behind her. She men and women gathered around the table eating barbecue and chatting.

Sophia turned her head, smiled and said, “Thank you, Emmanuel.” By the time the words were finished, Sophia had stood beside Hazel and held her arm.

Emmanuel smiled and told the two of them to go on eating while he served the other customers.

When sitting down at the table, Sophia could not help but look around. Hazel asked, “Sophia, what's wrong?” Sophia shook her head, “Nothing.” As she said this, she could not help glancing down the road again.

She always felt as if someone was watching her.

Sophia drank a lot of bear, so she took a taxi home.

When she walked into the villa, she saw Stephen sitting on the sofa in the living room. Sophia quivered all over and sobered up.

Stephen looked at Sophia for a moment. Seeing that she had been standing at the door, he said coldly, “Come over.”

Sophia hesitated for a while and then walked over.

Smelling the beer, Stephen frowned. Seeing that Sophia lowered her head and thinking of that she drank happily with Hazel and Emmanuel, a burst of anger hit him.

He reached out and pinched Sophia's chin, slowly pulled down, forcing her to bend over. “Am I too tolerant to you and you became more and more arrogant?”

The force of his finger increased. Sophia's chin became pale because of that. Stephen's voice was light, but it was like the sharpest knife, cutting in Sophia's body, “when I asked you to drink, you pretend to be pure and innocent, I thought you are noble. But you're the kind of woman who rubs in a man's arms after a few drinks.”

Sophia knew what his words meant and felt sad, but she wanted to vomit.

Sophia shook her head trying to free her chin from his hand. She must leave at once, or she would vomit all over Stephen.