Chapter 62 I Didn't Touch Her
Raymond?
Sophia looked at him in confusion. Why was Raymond being brought up again?
She glared at him irritably, her voice cold. "I haven't seen him since I married you."
William's eyes darkened, a shadow flashing through them.
What he had seen and what she was explaining were clearly different.
One of them had to be "wrong."
"Did you come here just to interrogate me about something from years ago?"
Earlier, her thoughts had been confused because of William's scandal and sudden arrival, but now she realized his purpose.
She looked at him with wariness and defensiveness. William fell silent.
"I just want to know the real reason you divorced me, Sophia. Our married life was harmonious, and we had James and Michael..."
She was the only exception in William's smooth life.
Sophia looked directly into his eyes and said honestly, "Because I can accept that my husband doesn't love me, but I can't accept him being married to me while entangled with another woman."
The air pressure around them instantly dropped.
Dense coldness enveloped them both as they stared into each other's eyes in mutual silence.
"William, you can't say you don't understand love, don't need love, while giving your love to another woman. That's not fair to me."
"Do you know what people in our circle said about me? That I had the title of Mrs. Smith but couldn't win Mr. Smith's heart, and if it weren't for my fertile belly, you would have forgotten me in some corner long ago."
She smiled mockingly, the smile not reaching her eyes. "Since when does a woman have to rely on her belly to prove her worth?"
William's face turned as black as ink, his deep eyes cold and lonely. His frozen heart made a cracking sound as the ice that had formed over the years split open.
In places he couldn't see, she had been so wronged.
"I'm sorry, Sophia. I didn't know..."
Her expression grew several degrees colder. "So what if you knew? If we went back to that time, would you have hung up on Alice's calls and not gone out to see her?"
Sophia said with certainty, "William, you wouldn't."
The atmosphere in the study was tense.
The air seemed to be slowly drained away. William felt a fire burning in his chest, and every breath brought piercing pain.
He said in a low voice, "Sophia, I didn't know. She's just my friend."
"A friend wouldn't send sexy photos to a married man in the middle of the night, and wouldn't secretly photograph a married man's profile and send it to his wife to show off."
Sophia sneered. "That's not a friend, that's a mistress."
William's throat felt blocked by cotton. Just as he was about to speak, he felt endless threads tangling up his words.
She leaned forward slightly, moving close to his strikingly handsome eyes, telling him seriously, the smile at the corners of her mouth growing wider, saturated with mockery.
"Of course, you didn't know. Every time you went out to see her, I would receive photos."
"But the photos existed—your back as you made her hot chocolate in the kitchen, your hand wearing your watch, and you lying on her bed with your shirt half unbuttoned..."
William interrupted sharply, "Impossible!"
His tone was solemn. "I never touched her!"
Sophia continued leaning close to his ear, her breath fragrant. "You don't think only having sex counts as cheating, do you?"
Her slender fingers slowly landed on his shoulder, tracing along his black shirt past his collarbone to his Adam's apple, sliding up and down with his swallowing motion.
Sophia's movements were suggestive, but her almond-shaped eyes were ice cold.
Their eyes met. William's gaze was cold as frost, staring at her without blinking, letting her inch closer and closer without dodging or avoiding.
Their noses were less than a fingernail's width apart.
If either moved slightly closer, they could touch each other's lips.
Sophia slowly curved her lips in a cold arc. "See, you know I'm remarried, but you didn't push me away."
She instantly withdrew her fingertip from his Adam's apple and straightened up.
"William, you have all the inherent flaws of men."
Seeing the relief in Sophia's eyes.
A sense of panic took root in William's heart, spreading throughout his entire body. He stood up, wanting to explain to her.
But she immediately stepped back two paces, pulling distance between them.
"William, it was never that I wasn't good enough. It's the inherent flaws in you men that have been hard to eliminate since ancient times."
"Whoever I, Sophia, am with will be happy."
At this moment, the chains that had imprisoned her heart for years were finally torn apart by her own hands. The fog before her eyes was completely blown away by the wind of sudden clarity.
The smile on her face grew calmer and calmer, as if she had peacefully accepted everything from the past. She turned toward the study door to leave.
William suddenly spoke. "Sophia."
She didn't stop, and as she opened the study door, she told him, "You can chat with James and Michael a bit longer. A car will take you away later."
At this moment, the only thing Sophia was grateful for was that ZN Laboratory was built with her own hands, and all funding was handled by her.
She had absolute authority.
Leaving the study, she went straight to her office.
Several new patients were coming in recently. Their difficult conditions were one thing, but the key was that these people had rather special identities.
Also, Redwood Resort had suddenly stopped the auction. She needed Rat, Monkey, and the others to investigate what had happened.
When she came out of her office, it was already dark.
She went back to have dinner with the three children. She deliberately glanced at the living room and didn't see William's shadow, assuming he had already left.
After coaxing them to sleep, she still wasn't sleepy. She got up to go to the study to get a book to read.
Sophia didn't turn on the light. The book was in the bookcase by the door, and with the hallway light, she quickly found it. Just as she was about to leave, her ears perked up.
She seemed to hear another person's breathing!
Running through all the possibilities in her mind, she had three lovely children at home!
Sophia gripped the book tightly, her hand slowly reaching for the light control button.
The study light came on.
Holding her breath, she quickly threw the book at the head of the man on the sofa with force, but he caught it with his hand.
His sense of danger made William instantly alert.
His fingers gripped the book tightly, his sharp eyes suddenly opened, his gaze fierce, like a night eagle soaring in the sky under moonlight.
The moment he saw her face clearly, the sharpness in his eyes vanished in a blink.
He placed the book on the table beside him, his tense body slowly relaxing, sinking into the sofa, raising one hand to cover his eyes.
Sophia's pupils contracted sharply. "Why are you still here?"
William had never left the study at all!
After she left, his brain throbbed with pain. William knew well that if he didn't get enough sleep, he wouldn't be far from sudden death.
Just then.
He saw Sophia's jacket left in the study.
William covered himself with her clothes, and smelling the familiar scent on them, drowsiness gradually came over him.
He raised his hand to check his watch—it was already eleven at night.
He had actually slept a full twelve hours.
No wonder he felt refreshed.
But the Sophia in front of him clearly didn't think so. The murderous intent in her eyes wanted to tear him to pieces.
William: "Too tired, fell asleep."
This was his explanation for staying in the study and not leaving.
Sophia felt the nerve in her brain called reason was about to snap out of control, and she wanted to throw him out directly.
Before she could speak, the doorbell rang first.
Everyone at ZN Laboratory was familiar with her. If someone saw William appearing at her residence in the middle of the night, it would be easy to cause misunderstandings.
Sophia warned him, "Don't you dare come out!"
But she hadn't expected that the person looking for her wasn't from ZN Laboratory, but Raymond, who had just recovered from a serious illness.
He sat alone in his wheelchair, looking up at her, his eyes smiling.
But in the next second.
His expression changed when he saw William behind her with disheveled clothing.