Chapter 297 Looks Exactly Like Him
Sophia's hand was shaken off by him, and she stumbled.
She shook her head desperately, tears instantly bursting from her eyes and streaming down her face.
"I couldn't be wrong! Honey, don't you remember me? I'm Sophia."
Finnley sighed, feeling annoyed by her pestering, and turned to leave.
But just as he took a step, his suit jacket was grabbed by a pair of delicate white hands.
Then Sophia hugged him from behind, pressing her face against his back, her voice choked with sobs as she begged, "Don't go, please don't leave, okay? I've been thinking about you every single day for the past two years."
People around them heard the commotion and cast curious glances their way.
Even the bartender froze.
In the two years she'd been mixing drinks here every night, this was the first time she'd seen Sophia lose control of her emotions.
And now she was hugging a man.
Finnley's hand froze in mid-air as he lifted his eyelids and looked around.
His icy stare made quite a few people feel a chill down their spines, and they instinctively looked away.
Sophia was lost in her emotions, her head spinning, with only one thought—she couldn't let him go.
The vein at Finnley's temple throbbed hard as he turned to face Sophia.
"Miss, I'm really not the person you're looking for. I'm sorry."
"No, you are!" Sophia stubbornly grabbed his hand. Her eyes were completely red from crying, making her look pitiful and heartbreaking.
She sniffled, looking at Benjamin with complete certainty.
"You are! No matter how you've changed, no matter how much time has passed, I could never be wrong."
Finnley's patience was wearing thin. He scoffed coldly and asked, "You say I'm your husband—you need to show proof, right? You can't just say it and make it true."
Sophia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and blurted out without hesitation, "You have a deep bite mark on your shoulder. I bit you."
"There are also burn marks on your back from a hot iron. Your mom accidentally hurt you when you were little."
"And there's a tiny mole behind your earlobe. You didn't even know about it yourself until I found it..."
...
Sophia sobbed as she listed off the unique marks on Finnley's body, one by one.
The more Finnley listened, the heavier his expression became.
He did have a bite mark on his shoulder.
And there were some burn marks on his body.
But he had no memory whatsoever of what Sophia was describing.
The injuries on his body were clearly from a fire that happened before—he'd accidentally gotten burned.
As for the bite mark on his neck, a child had bitten him.
Sophia watched Finnley's expression and, emboldened by the alcohol, continued, "You don't believe me? I also know what position you like best..."
Halfway through her sentence, Finnley's face darkened as he stepped forward and covered her mouth.
"Enough!"
The onlookers showed knowing expressions. Finnley's face turned black as he barked at them, "Get lost!"
Finnley had never been this embarrassed before, and the culprit was still blinking at him with innocent, clear eyes.
Her long, curled lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, making his heart itch.
He looked away uncomfortably and warned, "Stop talking nonsense and I'll let you go."
Sophia nodded gently.
Getting her response, Finnley slowly removed his hand from her lips.
"Are you angry?" Sophia tilted her head to look at him, her clear eyes brimming with hazy drunkenness.
She stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes to hook her arms around Finnley's neck, and said softly, "Honey, I won't say it anymore. Don't be mad at me, okay? I'll never disobey you again, and I won't put myself in danger... Please come back, okay? I miss you so much."
Finnley suddenly felt a sense of helplessness. He pulled Sophia's arms down and warned sternly, "Don't get handsy."
Sophia didn't get upset. She obediently put her hands behind her back and looked at him innocently.
She was being incredibly good.
Finnley suddenly felt like something had struck his heart.
He frowned and quickly suppressed this unfamiliar feeling.
Sophia stared at him, grinning foolishly, her little dimple appearing and disappearing, but she didn't step forward again.
"Honey, do you remember me now?"
"No." Finnley answered honestly.
He was certain his memory was complete, and Sophia wasn't part of it.
Sophia lowered her eyes in disappointment and responded absently.
Finnley thought she was sad and considered whether to comfort her, but then he saw her lift her head again with a smile.
"It's okay. You'll remember. We'll work on it together, okay?"
Her eyes were filled with glistening tears as she held out her pinky finger to Finnley. "Pinky promise."
The dim bar lights fell on her, her face flickering between light and shadow, making his heart clench involuntarily.
Finnley stared at her, motionless.
Sophia's hand hung in the air as she just looked at him.
After what seemed like forever, Sophia withdrew her hand and said, trying to seem casual, "It's okay, it's fine. Can you at least tell me your name now?"
Finnley hesitated for a long while. Just when Sophia had given up hope, she suddenly heard his deep voice, "Finnley Bryant."
Sophia's eyes lit up. "Finnley. That's a beautiful name, and it suits you."
Sophia didn't know what state of mind she was in when she said those words.
She only knew that her heart felt like it had been crushed by something heavy.
Crushed into dust, scattered by the wind.
She reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes, but no matter how much she wiped, they wouldn't stop. The tears kept flowing uncontrollably.
But she still smiled at Finnley and said, "Nice to meet you. You really do look just like the man I love."
Finnley didn't know what was wrong with him. He used to hate being pestered by women the most.
But this time, his feet felt like they were filled with lead. He wanted to leave, but in the end, he stayed as if possessed.
He looked at Sophia and asked, "How similar?"
Sophia: "Probably identical."
The corner of Finnley's mouth twitched slightly, somewhat helpless.
He walked over to sit at the bar and asked the bartender for the same drink as Sophia's.
Then he downed it in one gulp.
Sophia also sat back down, tilting her head to stare straight at him, her eyes full of nostalgia.
She propped her hand on the bar as the alcohol's effects slowly kicked in, her gaze becoming more and more hazy.
When Finnley came to his senses, he realized Sophia had fallen asleep.
He was about to get up when he felt his jacket tighten.
He looked down to see a delicate white hand clutching his jacket tightly.
Even in her sleep, she couldn't help sobbing.
It made his heart ache.
Finnley increasingly felt that he'd gotten himself into trouble.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Sophia, then bent down to scoop her up in his arms and left the bar.