Michael looked at Sophia in doubt. “What’s wrong? I saw you kneeling earlier today. Don’t people from the village kneel down when they pay respects to the dead?”
Sophia didn’t speak again; people in the village had to kneel, but the Fletchers didn’t seem to have the habit of doing that!
With that, Michael didn’t say another word as he kowtowed in front of the graves. Nathan immediately imitated him and did the same.
The son-in-law had already kneeled, so how could the daughter be exempted? Hence, Sophia proceeded to kneel down and kowtow.
As the car moved slowly, Sophia learned against the door and looked out of the window, staring at the mountain and the cleared graves that were getting further and further away. She felt empty inside.
Suddenly, Sophia felt a huge palm resting on her shoulder as Michael whispered to her, “Stop looking. I will come back with you every year in the future, okay?”
Looking at Michael, Sophia suddenly realized that he was even more handsome than before.
Sophia nodded. “That’s very nice of you, hubby.”
Sophia buried her face in Michael’s shirt, and she could smell the grass from the mountain and the damped spring breeze.
You’re the best. How great would it be to call you mine forever!
Two drops of tears rolled down, quietly seeping into Michael’s shirt that was already dampened by the rain.
Sophia knew that Michael wouldn’t fall in love with her; he was nice to her because he was nice to everyone!
Sophia also knew that the way she showed up determined the way she would be loved. Back then, she was sent to Michael by Daniel as if she was a pet. Michael had spent ten million to purchase her as a pet, so it had determined the way he would love her—like the love an owner had for a pet.
She would be loved like a cat or a dog, but not a human.
Clearly, Sophia knew about it all. She didn’t dare to ask for his true love, but why? Why was he always so nice to her…
If Sophia really fell deeply in love with him one day but he no longer spoiled her, what was she going to do?
Sophia had been bullied and betrayed before, so she wouldn’t allow herself to fall for it the second time.
Michael didn’t seem to understand her true pain. He thought that Sophia simply missed her deceased family as he hugged and coaxed her. “Alright, now—no more crying.”
He knew his little woman had been betrayed; to Sophia, a romantic relationship was like a poisonous cake, tempting yet lethal. Therefore, she cautiously stayed away and kept a distance from him.
Michael didn’t want to force her. Instead, he would walk into her heart bit by bit.
Sophia was a person, not a cat or a dog. When Michael bought her, he was ready to take full responsibility!
It was already dark by the time they returned home. As soon as they got back, Michael went straight into his study and busied himself with his work. Nathan was extremely tired after walking around all day, so he rolled into bed directly and fell asleep.
As for Sophia, she laid on the bed after taking a shower. A heavy day finally passed.
Nothing could be heavier than visiting the cemetery.
Sophia opened Messenger and noticed there were a lot of new messages. As Stanley had replaced his profile picture with a photo of his husky, it stood out among the others.
Stanley had sent a message to her which read, ‘How’s my Uncle? Is he alright?’
Knowing what Stanley was asking about, Sophia thought that Michael had definitely felt uncomfortable when he saw his brother with his first love. ‘He hasn’t come out from the study since we got home.’
On the other hand, Stanley was playing his video games while sending Sophia an audio message. ‘My Uncle seemed unhappy today. Don’t disturb him—let him chill for a bit, and he’ll be fine.’
Stanley then added, ‘Since he used you as an excuse today, don’t think too much about it.’
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