Chapter 307 Does It Hurt
Sophia came out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks.
Like she was wearing blush, looking delicate and charming, making it even harder to look away.
Her clothes were completely soaked.
Summer clothes were already thin, and now wet, they clung tightly to her body, showing off her graceful curves.
Finnley's deep eyes darkened, not knowing where to look.
Sophia asked carefully, "Are you... hurt from the fall?"
Feeling the pain from his tailbone, Finnley said through gritted teeth, "What do you think?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me get you some medicine. Where are you hurt?"
Sophia quickly took out various bottles and jars from her bag and placed them on the coffee table in the room.
"Did you make all these yourself?" Finnley picked up one of Sophia's bottles and opened the lid to smell it.
The ointment inside wasn't like the ones sold in stores with an unpleasant smell. Instead, it had a fruity wood fragrance.
Finnley smelled it again, his brow furrowing slightly. Even though this was his first time smelling this scent, it somehow felt familiar.
Something flashed through his mind, but when Finnley tried to chase after it, it had already disappeared.
"Do you need my help? Let me see your injury."
Sophia moved closer, reaching out to untie the towel wrapped around Finnley's waist.
Finnley's temple throbbed. He quickly stepped back, covering his towel with his hand, and scolded sharply, "Sophia, can you show some restraint?"
Why was Sophia so skilled at untying men's towels?
Sophia realized her action was too aggressive. She awkwardly pulled back her hand and explained in a small voice, "I'm just concerned about you! Can you even see it yourself?"
Finnley: "...I can."
Worried that Sophia might make another move on him, Finnley quickly went back to the bathroom to apply the ointment.
When he came out after applying the medicine, Sophia had already changed into pajamas and was lying in bed.
Seeing him come out, her eyes lit up, as if countless stars had been crushed and sprinkled into those eyes.
A ridiculous thought suddenly arose in Finnley's heart—he wanted to kiss her.
Finnley's sexy Adam's apple bobbed as he suddenly snapped back to reality.
Realizing what he was thinking, his face darkened, and he went straight to the closet to grab a bathrobe and put it on.
Sophia saw him walking toward the bed and thought he was going to sleep with her. The corners of her lips curved up slightly.
But before she could say anything, Finnley grabbed a pillow and lay down on the sofa.
Sophia sat up from the bed in frustration and asked him, "Why are you sleeping there?"
Finnley slowly sat up, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa, looking at her leisurely, "Mrs. White, sleeping with you costs extra."
Sophia laughed in anger, "What? Haven't I given you enough?"
Finnley's lips curved slightly, "I'm a man of principles. I only earn honest money."
Sophia glared at him huffily, then lay back down.
This time she turned on her side, facing away from Finnley, leaving him only with her back.
In a good mood, Finnley reminded her, "Remember to turn off the light."
Sophia sat up abruptly, turned off the light, and lay back down.
Finnley seemed to have discovered something fun, even his relaxed features were tinged with amusement.
He found that when Sophia got angry, she was as childish as a kid. Those eyes seemed to speak, letting people see right through her.
Unlike those people in the organization... no matter who they faced, they all wore masks.
Between him and those people, there was only interest, no emotion.
To survive, you had to make yourself strong enough—strong enough to have no weaknesses. Finnley pillowed his right hand under his head and sighed quietly.
This place was truly beautiful—no bloodshed, no killing each other, no scheming.
He was almost reluctant to leave.
Sophia hadn't fallen asleep either. A tear silently flowed from the corner of her eye, sliding down her cheek and finally disappearing into her hair.
She bit her lip, not daring to make any sound.
Two years ago, when Benjamin said his blood was the antidote they had been dreaming of, she guessed that if the organization knew about this, they would never let him go easily.
Just now she saw Finnley's arm covered with dense needle marks, both new and old.
Probably all left from blood draws.
Just thinking about how he had been used as a human blood bank for experiments these past two years, Sophia's heart felt like it was being torn in half.
At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the room, "Sophia?"
Sophia moved but didn't turn around, "What?"
"Still not asleep?"
"No."
"Can't sleep?"
"Yes."
Finnley responded faintly.
Sophia's lips twitched. She sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked toward the sofa, "Isn't your response a bit too perfunctory?"
Finnley chuckled and also sat up from the sofa, looking at the figure on the bed, "You're my boss, you call the shots. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Only then did Sophia show a satisfied smile and beckoned to him, "Come here."
"What for? I won't sell my body!" Finnley lazily leaned against the sofa back, lifting his eyelids to glance at Sophia.
Sophia looked speechless, "I'm asking you to come chat with me, not asking you to sell your body."
"You should have said so earlier." Finnley's lips held a smile. His face was still the same, but he had gained a bit of roguish charm.
He walked to the bed and sat down, leaning back against the headboard, hands pillowed under his head, looking casual and carefree.
"Chat about what?"
Sophia pulled his arm down, her fingertips gently caressing his arm.
At her touch, the smile on Finnley's face immediately vanished. He slowly straightened up, wanting to pull his arm back.
But Sophia gripped it tighter, her eyes staring straight at the area covered with needle marks.
Finnley's heart couldn't help but clench hard, not knowing what Sophia wanted to do.
Then she slowly raised her head, her eyes already moist, her eye sockets red.
"Does it hurt?"
Finnley stared blankly at Sophia. When he saw clearly the heartache filling her eyes, the wall he had worked so hard to rebuild in his heart instantly crumbled, shattered beyond repair.
In all his life, everyone around him said that his special constitution meant he was chosen by heaven.
No matter how much suffering he endured, it was all worth it.
But no one had ever asked him if it hurt.
Of course it hurt. How could it not hurt?
One needle down, and a whole tube of blood was gone.
Those useless people in the lab couldn't figure anything out, failing again and again.
Every time they failed, they had to draw his blood again.
He could only be a mobile blood bank, on call, providing them with fresh blood.
Those people had no ability, but he had to pay for their incompetence.
Everyone thought that him being drained of blood and used as an experimental subject was just how things should be.
Sophia was the first person to ask him if it hurt.