Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 266

Sophie is so uptight it's almost unnatural, Annabelle thought, her mind spinning.

Annabelle could only hope Richard would find a way to deal with it himself. There was no way she could get Sophie to step in-and it's not like she could just drag her in there by force.

Annabelle went off to make the call.

Sophia stood outside the tent, guilt gnawing at her. "Mr. Sterling, are you okay?" she called out softly.

Richard's handsome face was flushed bright red, and he looked like he was in absolute agony.

His whole body was burning up, like he was about to explode.

He craved release.

He heard Sophia's voice, but it echoed from somewhere distant and unreal, like he was trapped in a hazy dream.

Yet her words floated to him like a feather, teasing his heart— driving him crazy with a craving he couldn't shake.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?' Richard thought.

He was barely holding it together-any second now, he was gonna lose control.

Sophia didn't get a reply, just heard his breathing grow even more ragged and desperate.

She called out again, worry creeping into her voice. "Mr. Sterling?"

Richard felt like he was standing on the edge of a volcano, ready to erupt at any second.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Sophia, could you please get me some water? Thanks."

Hearing how polite he was, Sophia's heart twisted with guilt. She replied softly, "Okay."

Sophia rushed to get the water, worry etched all over her face.

Standing by the kettle, realization suddenly struck her-Emily's only shot to spike anything was when she poured Richard a glass of water.

But Sophia had no clue if the drug was in the kettle or just the cup. so there was no way she'd risk pouring water from it.

Luckily, they'd gotten some bottled water delivered earlier in the day She took an unopened bottle of water, twisting the cap off as she made her way toward the tent.

Standing outside, she called out cautiously, "Mr. Sterling, here's your water."

She stayed at the entrance, handing the uncapped bottled water into the tent with careful, tentative motions.

There was no response for a while from inside. Eventually, some faint rustling reached her ears.

The next thing she knew, a strong hand clamped around her wrist.

Sophia's eyes widened-before she could even struggle, she was pulled straight into the tent.

The tent closed with a quiet flump, and Richard suddenly pressed Sophia down into the soft grass.

His breath was scorching, searing against her neck-it was so hot she could almost feel it burning into her skin, making her heart race with nervous fear.

Richard dropped his chin onto her shoulder, and in that moment, it felt like he was clinging to a block of ice-her presence seemed to cool the wildfire raging inside him, if only for a second.

"Sophia, help me." Richard managed, his voice ragged and thick with desperation.

Sophia felt her heart give a nervous flutter. 'Help him? But how the hell am I supposed to do that?' she thought, utterly bewildered.

"Mr. Sterling, just hang in there. Annabelle's already called for medical help," Sophia said softly, trying to sound reassuring Richard closed his eyes, and in the dim light, he looked almost pitiful-like he was barely holding himself together.

Sophia couldn't hold back her longing, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as he pulled up her T-shirt.

Her bare skin tingled when it met the cool air, and she instinctively shrank back.

For a split second, Sophia snapped back to her senses, cupping

Richard's burning-hot cheeks in her hands.

Even in the dim light of the tent, Sophia searched his eyes, desperate to catch his gaze

His eyes were like two raging infernos, threatening to consume her whole.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Mr. Sterling, look at me," Sophia spoke, her voice quivering. "I'm Sophia. I've been married, I've lost a child, and I'm still tied down by my past."

She was terrified he'd regret everything when it was all over.

She worried that once he came to his senses, he'd blame her for taking advantage of him while he was vulnerable.

That was why she needed him to truly see her-to know it was Sophia standing in front of him, not anyone else.

Richard wrestled with himself, his logic waging war against the fire burning beneath his skin.

"I know," Richard whispered, his hot breath brushing Sophia's cheek, a touch of wounded pride in his voice.

"I've never done this with anyone before. So... don't hate me if I'm awkward," he admitted, sounding unusually shy.

Sophia just stood there, at a total loss for words.