Chapter 11
Matthew's face darkened, and he slammed the door in response.
Hearing the thunderous sound of the door closing, Sophie's smile widened as she carried the bowl to wash it.
In the huge house, Sophie lay in bed, unable to sleep.
She wasn't picky about beds, but she just couldn't fall asleep.
Just as she picked up her phone, an unknown number appeared on the screen.
At midnight, people she knew basically wouldn't call her.
The phone rang for a while, seeming quite persistent.
Sophie answered.
"Sophie... I want to see you."
The number was unfamiliar, but the voice on the other end was very familiar.
Harold's voice was soft, with a hint of pleading, "Can you come to the hospital to see me?"
Sophie remembered the video of him getting beaten.
Still in the hospital - looked like he was hurt pretty badly.
Before hanging up, she changed her mind.
"Which hospital?"
The hospital at 1 AM looked much quieter than during the day, creating an illusion that there were no illnesses in the world.
She found Harold's ward.
The VIP room felt like a luxury hotel suite.
She walked in. Harold was wearing a hospital gown, lying in bed, his face covered in bruises, with both his arms and legs in casts.
"Sophie." Harold's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he tried to sit up.
His waist was wrapped in a support belt, and he winced in pain as soon as he moved, finally having to lie back down.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Harold smiled at her.
Sophie stood by the bed, looking him over.
Matthew had been pretty ruthless.
"How are you?" Sophie asked him.
Harold glanced at his arms and legs, looking somewhat pitiful. "Not good."
"Who beat you up?"
"Don't know." At this mention, Harold's vicious streak surfaced on his face. "When I find out, I'll kill him!"
Sophie's heart skipped a beat. She steadied herself. "There's always someone stronger. You should tone it down, or you might get killed first."
Harold stared at Sophie.
Sophie thought he had caught on to something.
"You're worried about me." Harold's eyes gleamed. "I knew it, you still love me."
Sophie's lips moved, but she swallowed back the curse.
"I'm married."
"You definitely don't love him." Harold was certain. "We dated for two years, how could you move on so quickly? Sophie, get divorced, and I'll marry you."
The mockery in Sophie's eyes was obvious. "I don't love you."
"How is that possible? I found out later that you specifically transferred your job back for me." Harold got a bit excited. "Sophie, I swear, I'll never betray you again."
Sophie never believed in vows.
Especially not the vows of someone who had already betrayed her.
"I have no intention of betraying my husband and my marriage."
Sophie knew he didn't know who had attacked him, and didn't want to stay a moment longer.
She looked once more at his arms and legs in casts. "Rest well."
"Sophie..."
Sophie closed the door, shutting out Harold's voice.
She let out a huge sigh of relief, sometimes thinking it would be better if this kind of person could never get out of bed.
From leaving to standing at the door, Sophie had only spent an hour total.
When she left, she was terrified of waking Matthew, being as careful as possible.
As long as she could slip back into the house quietly, she'd be fine.
As she entered the passcode, she frowned with each number, her heart in her throat.
Why couldn't it be set to silent mode?
After entering the code, the slight sound of opening the door made her grit her teeth. In the quiet of the night, even breathing seemed loud enough to wake someone sleeping.
She opened the door, walked in, and gently closed it behind her.
The sound of the lock clicking made her heart leap to her throat.
Taking off her shoes, she had just breathed a sigh of relief when the lights came on.
Her body instantly froze.
She had never been this flustered before, like she had just broken into someone's house and been caught by the owner.
The house seemed frozen, very cold.
Sophie took a deep breath and slowly turned around, unsurprisingly seeing Matthew with a cold face, his deep eyes covered with a layer of ice, clearly unhappy.
She forced a smile at him. "You're awake."
"Explain yourself." Matthew wasn't going to joke around with her.
Sophie bit her lip lightly. "I went out for some air."
Matthew didn't even blink, his whole being radiating disbelief.
"I went to the hospital." Sophie came clean.
"You went to see your ex." Matthew figured it out immediately, looking at her with an unclear expression.
Sophie didn't like how he put it. "Ex" sounded strange.
At least coming from his mouth right now, it had an ambiguous flavor.
"I just wanted to know if he knew it was you who did it."
Matthew's eyes flickered. "And then?"
"He doesn't know." Sophie answered honestly. "But he won't let it go."
Matthew snorted coldly. "What can he do?"
He didn't take Harold seriously at all.
Sophie thought Matthew was being a bit too arrogant.
She kindly reminded him, "He's not a good person. You should still be careful."
Matthew's gaze fixed on her, studying her for a moment before going to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, asking casually, "You didn't tell him it was me?"
"Why would I tell him?" Sophie wasn't stupid.
If she had the ability, she would have given Harold a good beating herself.
Matthew drank his water, his deep eyes slightly lowered. "He's your ex."
"You're my husband." Sophie blurted out.
Suddenly, she realized what she'd said and looked at Matthew with bright eyes.
Matthew held his glass, his mind full of her words.
"Matthew."
Matthew looked at her coolly.
Sophie walked over, looking at him across the counter and slowly breaking into a smile. "Right now, you're the most important person to me. So you don't need to doubt my sincerity toward you."
"Something's wrong with you." Matthew put down his glass, not bothering with her.
Seeing him about to leave, Sophie boldly blocked him from the bedroom door.
Matthew frowned. "Move."
"I really do like you."
Such a good-looking man was hard not to like.
Matthew stared at her without blinking. There was a faint smile in her eyes, seeming quite sincere.
"How much do you like me?" Matthew looked down, taking a step forward, closing the distance between them.
Sophie stood still, tilting her face up slightly. "The kind of like where I want to have your baby."
If he really was going to die, having a baby for him wouldn't be so bad.
When he was gone, she wouldn't remarry. Living alone with a child and no man - that life should be pretty good.
Matthew narrowed his eyes. She really dared to think.
"Are you pregnant?" Matthew glanced at her belly. "Looking for someone to take responsibility?"
"Huh?"
Sophie was completely confused by his words.
Why would he think that?
"Found out you were pregnant after breaking up with your ex, then randomly found someone who could marry you." Matthew rarely had the patience to say such a long sentence, responding to her confusion.
Sophie was speechless.
Seeing her shock, Matthew took a step back, his face even darker.