CHAPTER 216: CHAPTER 215 I’M THE ONE WHO TRIED HARD (PART 4)

He moved closer to where she stood by the window, stopping two steps away from her.

He took the small white medicine bottle from her hand, playing with it for a while.

"Won’t taking too much of this be harmful to your body?"

"You don’t need to worry about it," she snatched the bottle back from his hand, put it back in the drawer, and closed it.

She was naive, always unable to learn how to please her patron.

"By the way, I hope next time you remember to take precautions. I don’t want to have a second abortion for you, because you’re not worth it." She didn’t know where she found the courage, but she spoke those words to his face, word by word.

I don’t want to have a second abortion for you, because you’re not worth it.

He silently repeated her words in his heart, his brows furrowing deeply.

Sophie Smith noticed the change in his expression, sensing it was a sign of his impending anger. So, she sensibly stopped, changed the topic, and returned to the bed.

For some reason, he felt inexplicably restless inside, took a long stride, and walked towards the study.

Sophie Smith paused in thought, wondering, what’s wrong with him?

Just as she was about to follow him, she realized there was no need to humiliate herself like this. Between them was merely a patron and mistress relationship. But thinking closely, she hadn’t even fulfilled a mistress’s obligations; shouldn’t a mistress’s duty be to make her patron happy?

She felt exhausted from it all, unwilling to think too much, so she lay on the bed, ready to sleep well.

The cold and quiet study.

He stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his deep gaze fixed on the pitch-black outside.

He didn’t know what he was thinking; a sudden feeling of fear welled up in his heart.

If he let go even a little, she would immediately leave him, wouldn’t she?

She was just waiting for him to say the word, giving her a time to end things.

...

Last night, he slept in the study, so this morning, he immediately went to the master bedroom when he woke up. He opened the door, but did not find her there.

He quickly went downstairs, searching through the living room, garden, court, and poolside, yet still didn’t see her anywhere.

"Young Master, are you looking for Miss Smith?" Nanny Garcia noticed her young master rushing up and down early in the morning. Other than Miss Smith, no one else would make him act like this.

"Hmm." He only managed to squeeze out a sound from his throat.

"Miss Smith drove out early this morning."

"Oh?" He frowned. Last night, he’d been entangled with her for so long. Based on her usual habits, she would definitely sleep until late in the day, so why is she acting out of character today?

He looked at his watch—it was only a little after seven.

"Young Master, do you want to call Miss Smith?" Nanny Garcia tentatively asked, thinking perhaps her young master wanted to control Sophie Smith’s whereabouts.

"No, let her be."

...

Sophie Smith rubbed her eyes. Actually, she was indeed not in a good mental state now, but early in the morning she received a phone call. She had wanted to ignore it, but the call kept coming through, probably around six or seven times.

She answered the call, unexpectedly finding it was showing Wyatt Sterling.

Thinking about it, it had been quite a few days since she last contacted him. Ever since that scandal happened, he seemed to have gradually withdrawn from the entertainment industry.

He said he wanted to see her.

And she, without hesitation, agreed.