Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 251

He grinned and said, "If you're into fish, why don't we go fishing this weekend?"

Sophia was almost always cooped up in the lab, hardly ever getting any fresh air or a change of scenery.

"Sounds good! I'll drag Annabelle with me—she's always saying she's bored," Sophia replied.

“Alright,” Richard replied.

After they finished eating, Sophia was getting ready to leave, but before Richard could speak, Jason chimed in.

"Ms. Evans, it's already pretty late. Why not stay over? The guest room's ready if you'd like,” Jason said.

Sophia could sense that she and Richard were getting a bit too close—their relationship was starting to blur the lines between friendly and something more.

She knew she had to step away now, before she found herself in over her head.

She flashed Jason a gentle smile and said, "No, thanks. Annabelle's home by herself, and I'm worried about her."

Richard pressed his lips together, not trying to stop her. He just said, "Jason, get the car ready. Take Ms. Evans home."

Jason glanced at Richard, then at Sophia, and finally went to call the driver.

Sophia packed her dress into a bag and said her goodbyes to Richard.

As she stepped out of the villa and walked over to the car, the driver opened the door for her, and she slipped inside.

The door closed behind her, shutting out the world.

Sophia couldn't help herself—she turned to look out the car window.

On the second-floor terrace, that tall, solitary figure stood quietly, watching over everything.

Through the window, she couldn't quite catch his expression, and he couldn't see her, either.

But she still quickly shifted her eyes forward, forcing herself to focus on the road ahead.

He was sky, and she was earth—they belonged to different worlds.

Sophia reminded herself not to let her imagination run wild about him.

Up on the terrace, Richard lit a cigarette.

He wasn't a smoker, but right now he just wanted the numbness nicotine could bring. He lowered his gaze, watching as the headlights of the black Rolls-Royce flashed at the gate and disappeared down the driveway, leaving the villa behind.

Sophia, how could you be so cheap?

“You really think Richard would tie the knot with you? Not a chance in hell. He'd rather marry anyone else than take my cast-offs.

"Forget it. Just give up already.”

Sophia tried to break free from his grip, but when it didn't work, she just hauled off and kicked him hard in the shin.

Lucas cried out in pain, and his hold slipped. Sophia quickly stepped back, putting some space between them.

Sophia stared at Lucas, veins popping, and his face contorted with fury. She sneered, "What, is Emily not enough for you now or what?"

Lucas's anger practically exploded. He snapped, "Don't mention her in front of me, Sophia! If you hadn't set her up, things wouldn't be this messed up between us!"

Sophia scoffed, "Wow, you're really good at turning things around and making me the villain. Here | was thinking you were Mr. Loyal, but it looks like your devotion comes with strings attached."

“Just stay out of it. Whatever's between me and her, that's for us to settle—not for you to judge,’ Lucas snapped.

Sophia sneered, "Oh, hit a sore spot, did I? Lucas, you really are a piece of work."

She grumbled inwardly, 'What a joke—he acts like Emily is too impure for him, but as soon as someone else says anything bad about her, he's ready to bite their head off.’