Chapter 296 You Have Mistaken Me for Someone Else
Two years later.
Cask & Clover.
Under dim lights, deafening music filled the air as many people danced wildly on the dance floor.
A woman with a slender, sexy figure and delicate features sat at the bar, drinking glass after glass.
She propped one hand on the bar, resting her chin on it, while holding a wine glass in the other. A rosy flush slowly crept up her cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes carried a hint of drunkenness—hazy yet alluring.
Her full, red lips were moistened by the alcohol, making them even more captivating.
This drew the attention of many men around her, who were eager to approach and strike up a conversation.
Just then, Rhett, a well-known troublemaker at the bar, tapped his fingers lightly on the counter and ordered a drink from the bartender.
"Hey beautiful, drinking alone?"
The woman completely ignored him, continuing to drink by herself.
Her reaction annoyed the man, but he still tried to be patient. "Drinking alone is no fun. Want to join me? I know a great place..."
At that moment, the woman slowly lifted her eyelids, a flash of coldness passing through her hazy, seductive eyes.
She looked at Rhett, her red lips parting slightly.
"Get lost."
This completely set Rhett off. He reached out to grab her arm. "You come to a bar to find men, don't you? What are you pretending for? I'm doing you a favor by inviting you for a drink. Don't be so ungrateful!"
Sophia suddenly slammed her glass down on the bar and lifted her high-heeled leg, kicking toward Rhett's groin.
The kick looked soft and effortless.
But the heel of her shoe was very thin and sharp. When she kicked him like that, Rhett immediately grimaced in pain.
Rhett couldn't help but stagger back several steps before barely steadying himself.
"Stay away. Don't make me say it a third time." Sophia glanced at him coldly, sat back down, and continued drinking.
In the past, she hated the smell of alcohol.
When she was little, whenever Robert drank, she wouldn't talk to him for days.
She found the smell on him too strong.
But since two years ago... alcohol had become almost inseparable from her life.
Two years ago, Elijah chose to go down together, pulling out a bomb from his pocket.
The SWAT team fired their guns as fast as they could and rushed forward, trying to save Benjamin.
But unexpectedly, Elijah pressed the bomb's trigger first and jumped into the sea, dragging Benjamin with him.
The White family, the Smith family, and even Matthew eventually sent people, spending countless manpower and machinery to frantically search the sea.
But in the end, they found nothing.
Everyone told Sophia that Benjamin and Elijah had been blown to pieces.
But Sophia remembered very clearly that the bomb's power wasn't enough to completely destroy two people, leaving no remains at all.
So she always believed that Benjamin was still alive.
She, his wife, didn't even show up at Benjamin's funeral.
Because she firmly believed he wouldn't die.
He had promised her they would grow old together, that they would have two very cute children.
A boy like him, a girl like her.
He had also promised to give her a make-up wedding of the century, to make her the happiest and most envied bride in the world.
He had promised her...
He said he would be loyal to her for life and would never lie to her.
Sophia tilted her head back and drank the last drop in her glass, signaling the waiter for another.
The bartender had long understood Sophia's temperament. For the past two years, Sophia came to the bar almost every day.
Once she arrived, she wouldn't leave until she was completely drunk.
At first, they tried to talk her out of it, but Sophia ignored them. They heard her husband had died in an accident.
Two years had passed, and many things had changed.
Only she hadn't changed.
She came to the bar for one reason only—to get drunk.
No matter how many men tried to hit on her, she ignored them all, even warning those men not to bother her, or her husband wouldn't let them off.
The bartender sighed quietly and mixed her a drink with lower alcohol content, placing it in front of her.
Rhett, having been kicked by Sophia, was completely enraged.
"Bitch, don't be so ungrateful! You dare kick me? I'll teach you a lesson!"
He rushed forward, reaching out his hand toward Sophia, wanting to grab her neck and teach her a lesson.
However, before his hand could touch Sophia, it was caught by a palm with distinct knuckles.
Rhett instinctively turned his head and saw a handsome man with a tall, upright figure staring at him coldly.
The man was dressed in a suit, with deep features and sharp angles. His narrow eyes were unfathomable, flashing with an unpredictable cold gleam.
The powerful aura of authority he naturally exuded made people shudder.
Even just looking directly at him gave one the illusion of desecrating a deity.
Rhett realized he was actually intimidated by the man's presence, which made his anger flare even more.
"Who are you? I'm warning you, mind your own business!"
Sophia noticed the commotion behind her and couldn't help but frown in irritation, turning her head impatiently.
When her eyes fell on the man, she froze.
Benjamin?
She stared at the man without blinking, afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear.
She knew that face all too well.
Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, this face appeared in her dreams.
Especially those eyes, deep like an unfathomable cold pool under the moonlight, naturally carrying a hint of coldness.
But only she had seen the occasional smile that overflowed from Benjamin's cold eyes when he looked at her.
When Benjamin kissed her, those eyes were filled with restrained desire.
The man tightened his grip, nearly breaking Rhett's arm. Only when Rhett cried out in pain and begged for mercy did he let go.
"Get lost! Don't let me see you again."
Rhett quickly fled, not daring to look at Sophia again.
After he left, the man snorted coldly and was about to ask Sophia if she was okay.
But before he could speak, a small, slender figure crashed into his arms.
"Benjamin, you're finally back!"
The man's body suddenly stiffened for a moment, and he looked down in disbelief.
His lips twitched slightly, and it took him a long time to find his voice. "What did you call me?"
"Honey!"
Sophia slowly lifted her face from the man's embrace. Though her eyes were red, a joyful smile played at the corners of her lips.
Her fair, slender arms tightly hugged the man's waist, and her eyes were full of excitement and grievance as she looked at him. "I knew you would come back! Everyone said you were dead, but I didn't believe it. Because you promised me..."
Finnley Bryant frowned deeply and reached out to pull Sophia's arms from around his waist. "Miss, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your husband, and my name isn't Benjamin."
Sophia froze.
She looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That's impossible! Are you lying to me?"
Finnley pinched the bridge of his nose. Seeing the hurt on Sophia's face, a flash of coldness passed through his eyes.
"I said, I'm not the person you're talking about."