Chapter 377 Is It Okay?
A couple of days ago, Finnley heard that Hayden had returned to the country and even went to the White Manor to find Sophia. He immediately ordered his men to find the right moment and give Hayden a beating.
Consider it a warning to Hayden.
If Hayden did it again, they'd cripple him completely.
Chase pressed for details: "How badly is Hayden hurt?"
In his mind, they should have just beaten him into a cripple. Then Hayden probably wouldn't have the time to get out of bed and bother Sophia.
Besides, as long as they cleaned up the traces, no one would trace it back to them.
For someone like Hayden, they could make him disappear completely with any random excuse.
However, the situation was a bit different now. Hayden had connections with Bodhi, and they'd probably reached some kind of deal.
Before figuring things out, he couldn't rashly go for the kill, to avoid alerting them.
His subordinate responded: "His leg should be pretty badly injured. He probably won't be able to get out of bed for at least ten days to two weeks."
"Well done!"
Dealing with someone like Hayden, you had to play rough.
Meanwhile, Hayden slowly regained consciousness in a dim alley. The slightest movement pulled at his wounds, making him gasp in pain.
He struggled to open his eyes, only to find complete darkness before him, as if something was covering him.
He reached up to touch it and discovered it was a rough burlap sack.
Memories from before he passed out flooded back like a tide, making his head explode.
He remembered that after leaving home today, he went straight to the casino. After holding back for so long, he finally couldn't resist trying his luck.
After just a couple of rounds, all his chips were gone.
Broke and penniless, he had no right to stay inside and was kicked out.
He walked back in defeat, without even money for a cab.
As he passed through this alley, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
Before he could turn around, a sack was suddenly pulled over his head.
Those people dragged him to a corner and beat him with punches and kicks, giving him no chance to fight back.
Their moves were merciless, as if they were trying to beat him to death.
All he could do was curl up with his arms over his head, constantly begging for mercy and crying for help.
After what felt like forever, those people finally stopped.
He listened carefully as the footsteps grew more distant, finally allowing himself to breathe a sigh of relief.
But unexpectedly, about half a minute later, the footsteps slowly approached again, and they gave him another fierce beating.
This time, they hit even harder than before.
He endured the severe pain and crawled up from the ground, forcefully shaking off the sack over his head. His vision finally cleared.
What he saw was still the dimly lit, narrow alley.
But there was no one around. It was eerily quiet.
Hayden nervously looked around, afraid someone would rush over and beat him up again.
Fortunately, he held his breath and listened for a long time without hearing any more sounds.
He braced one hand on the ground and the other against the wall, trying to stand up.
But the moment his toes touched the ground, a sharp pain struck, making his legs go weak and causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
He looked at his injured leg in disbelief, reaching out to feel his knee, and discovered the bone had been dislocated.
Hayden panicked, his hands trembling as he searched his pockets, wanting to find his phone and call Isabella.
But after searching everywhere, he found nothing.
Finally, too exhausted to continue, he could only lean against the wall in despair, waiting for someone to pass by.
Cold sweat gradually seeped from his forehead due to the pain, and his lips were pale.
His hands clenched into tight fists, his eyes full of hatred and resentment.
Who was it?
Who did this?
Could it be Sophia?
Yes! It must be that bitch Sophia.
Since returning to the country, he'd mostly stayed in the villa Bodhi arranged for him, only going to the casino and the White Manor besides that.
That bitch Sophia!
Just like Sophia, born to be his nemesis.
He increasingly regretted not drowning Sophia when she was born.
Sophia, you just wait!
I'm keeping track of today's score!
...
The Sophia he was cursing was currently lying against the headboard, looking at Finnley.
Putting the keyboard back in its box, Finnley threw both the keyboard and box straight into the trash.
After doing this, he carefully glanced toward Sophia, wanting to see her reaction.
However, Sophia's clear, bright eyes just looked at him calmly, without a ripple of emotion.
For some reason, Finnley suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and quietly retrieved the keyboard from the trash.
He wiped the keyboard box over and over with disinfectant wipes before saying to Sophia pitifully: "Honey, I think having this thing at home will affect our relationship."
"Really? But I think it's quite useful. If you behave well, naturally you won't need it."
Sophia looked at Finnley quietly, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.
Finnley immediately deflated and put the keyboard back in the closet.
It seemed his fate of kneeling on the keyboard was inescapable from now on.
He'd have to behave well in the future.
Not because he was afraid of the pain, but because he felt this thing didn't quite match his image.
Finnley placed the keyboard in the bottom corner of the closet and immediately shut the door.
As if he never wanted to take it out again in his lifetime.
Sophia watched his back, finding it somewhat amusing.
"Honey, I've put it away." Finnley walked back to the bed and pulled Sophia into his arms.
Sophia felt that today's Finnley was particularly clingy, probably scared by her firm attitude earlier.
She reached out to ruffle Finnley's short hair, softly comforting him: "Good boy, if you behave well, naturally you won't need it."
"I will."
Finnley buried his face deep in Sophia's neck, his tone serious.
After a pause, he suddenly lifted his face to look at Sophia, "Honey, let's add a rule to our house rules."
"What?" Sophia asked, puzzled.
Finnley chuckled softly and lowered his head to kiss Sophia's soft, rosy lips, "Add one... don't let conflicts last overnight."
He wasn't the type to hold things in. When faced with any conflict, he wouldn't keep it bottled up.
Instead, he would tell the other person what he was thinking.
Like today, speaking up about these things—first, he didn't want them to develop deeper conflicts over this matter in the future, and second, it was out of trust, trusting Sophia's feelings for him.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Sophia raised her hand to wrap around his neck, responding to his kiss.
Sensing Sophia's initiative, Finnley's eyes lit up, and he kissed her more intently.
But when he wanted to go further, Sophia's delicate hand suddenly pressed against his chest.
Stopping his next move.
Finnley opened his eyes in confusion, his deep gaze filled with desire.
Finnley's Adam's apple, hidden beneath his shirt collar, rolled slightly, his voice carrying a sexy huskiness, "Can I make love to you?"