Chapter 220

Chapter 220

"Hey, Yara!"

Yara spotted Sophia rushing towards her with excitement. "Finally found you, girl!"

"Come on, hop in the car."

Once Sophia settled into the RV, Yara, sporting men's clothes, hit the gas pedal.

The vehicle zoomed down the road.

There weren't many cars around in the dead of night.

With the window down, the wind whooshed past Sophia's ears as she shut her eyes, relishing the taste of freedom.

She was heading home at last.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Yara glanced over, looking worried. "Hey, Ms. Brown, you've lost some weight again."

"Nah, I haven't shed any pounds since having the baby. Alright, let's figure out our way back home."

The quickest route to the Brown Manor was by train or boat.

But to stay under the radar, Sophia opted for the most ridiculous choice—taking the RV home.

Making stops along the way, and soaking in the scenery, also helped them dodge William's search.

With the window open, a gentle breeze caressed their faces.

Sophia and Yara chatted and giggled, creating a cozy vibe.

It wasn't until they hit a red light.

Yara's expression suddenly shifted. "Ms. Brown."

Sophia, enjoying the breeze with her eyes shut, heard the voice and followed Yara's gaze.

On the wide road, a fleet of luxury cars was racing towards them.

In a flash, the road was completely jammed.

The RV Sophia was in was surrounded by several cars.

She calmly peered outside and locked eyes with a pair of intense gaze.

It was William.

At that moment, he, looking frail and leaning on someone, was slowly making his way towards their vehicle.

The surroundings fell silent, not a peep could be heard.

Sophia's body quivered, her hand instinctively gripping the dagger in her bag.

Yara was on edge, "Ms. Brown, what's the plan now?"

They were completely surrounded by William's crew and had no way out.

As he neared them.

Sophia gave a wry smile, "Yara, if I don't make it, take my ashes home."

"Ms. Brown." Yara was in tears, her eyes red, "No, that won't happen, not on my watch."

"It will."

Sophia's smile was bitter.

William's patience had run thin.

Endless deceit and treachery had snuffed out any kindness in William's heart.

All that remained was pure hatred.

William had arrived at their car.

His intense gaze locked onto Sophia.

Suddenly, William chuckled, a sneer in his voice, taunting Sophia's futile escape, "Thought you could run? You underestimated me."

And she had.

Sophia had misjudged him.

Her cunning had backfired.

William's swift takeover of the company proved his competence and intelligence.

Sophia's face twisted into a bitter smile as she pulled out the dagger and pressed it against her neck, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I played with your emotions, so let me make it right with my life. Just spare the others."

Her voice carried lightly on the breeze.

Before anyone could react, Sophia drew the dagger across her neck.

There was no turning back.

She refused to return, to be bound like a pet.

She refused to live without dignity.

Sophia shut her eyes, the dagger inching closer to her neck.

Yara watched in horror, trembling, wanting to intervene but it was too late.

In a swift move, William lunged forward, seizing the dagger, and in an instant, fresh blood trickled through his fingers.

He gazed at Sophia, who seemed resigned to her fate, his eyes icy and penetrating, "You'd rather die than stay."

"Yes."

Sophia's eyes snapped open, spotting the dagger in William's grasp, her pupils contracting abruptly, her expression returning to normal.

"You're cold-blooded."

William's voice was rough, his eyes fiery, a self-deprecating grin on his lips, "Cold-blooded enough, but I'll grant you that favor."

What did he mean by granting her favor?

Sophia's head spun, not grasping the situation, finding herself back in the lavish apartment.

They were at a formal dinner, both bearing wounds.

A bloodstain marked Sophia's neck.

And William's hand showed visible injury, a startling sight.

After tending to each other's wounds in silence, a hush fell once more.

Breaking the quiet, Sophia asked, "How did you not pass out?"

That drug was concocted by Aiden.

As per the dosage, inhaling it should induce a three-day slumber.

Yet, William managed to overcome it and remained awake.

"Curious?"

William stayed composed, rolling up his sleeve.

Seeing the numerous needle marks on his arm, Sophia was shocked, "So you..."

"From childhood till now, I've had countless wounds. I've developed immunity to that drug long ago. To stay awake, I just need to prick my arm with a needle."

He said it casually.

But observing those scars, Sophia's eyes welled up, feeling choked and breathless.

After a moment, Sophia, regaining her composure, spoke softly, "You mentioned you'd release me."

"Yes, we'll head to court next Monday for a divorce."

William spoke calmly, then pulled Sophia close by her slender waist, "But until then, you're still my wife."

With only two days remaining, Sophia could endure it.

As Sophia turned to retreat to her room for rest, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

"Stick around for one more night, I'll take you somewhere nice tomorrow."

"Sure thing."

Sophia willingly leaned in, planting a kiss on William's lips as she pushed him onto the bed, his injured hand causing him to freeze momentarily.

William, weakened from blood loss, lay compliantly on the bed, his once rosy lips now pale, a hint of vulnerability lingering.

Sophia closed her eyes, settling beside him.

Their lips met, breaths mingling.

William's breath grew ragged, his intense gaze filled with desire as he kissed Sophia fervently.

His injured fingers miraculously healed, and with his uninjured hand, William explored Sophia's body.

Beneath the fabric, William's hand found its way to Sophia's chest, caressing firmly, then moving lower, reaching her most intimate area, his fingers slipping effortlessly into her panties.

His slender fingers worked their magic on her most sensitive spot.

Sophia trembled, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips as she gently bit William's thin lips before willingly shedding her clothes.

However, her movements were clumsy, and by the time she was undressed, Sophia was already perspiring.

The two stood exposed before each other.

William attempted to penetrate with his fingers.

But her vagina was dry, not ready, making it challenging for even one finger to enter. After the first finger, William tried a second.

Sophia's expression shifted, "No, your hand is injured."

"You can't say a man can't handle it."

William held Sophia close, flipping her over, swiftly delving his fingers into her, stirring them vigorously.

As pleasure coursed through her, a hint of concern flickered in Sophia's eyes.

William whispered near Sophia's ear, "If you're worried about me, you can take the lead."