Drenched in Love

Chapter 38 There Buried His Lover

Seeing that, the boss looked bad on face, “Don’t you have money?”

Sophia was embarrassed, “I'm sorry, I lost my money, I...”

Not waiting for her to finish, the boss kicked over the small table placed outside, “If you have no money,

why are you here to eat?! You don’t want to pay?”

Sophia was tearless, trying to explain, but the boss slapped her on the face. Sophia was scared by that

kick and now this slap made her dizzy, stumbled and fell to the ground.

People from several small restaurants around the area gathered to see that.

The boss scolded while kicking her, “How dare a girl come to eat without paying? How shameless!”

The onlookers pointed at her and said, “There is nothing wrong with her. Even if she goes to the

restaurant to wash dishes, she can earn a thousand or two thousand yuan. She must be lazy and

refuse to work!”

“Yeah! What is wrong with the young men? They are willing to work now!”

Being punched and kicked, Sophia could not break free but could only curled up her body, trying to let

herself get less hurt.

Finally, the boss got tired and stopped. He spat on Sophia and shouted, “I will consider it was eaten by

a dog!”

Sophia climbed up from the ground with red eyes, holding her arms and limping away. After turning a

corner and walking out of the street, Sophia couldn't stand it any longer. She sat down on the ground

and hugged her knees and cried out.

During her imprisonment, she had been beaten, she had been starved, but at that time she had been

hopeful. She knew after 5 years, she would be in prison and her parents would hug her, and Vincent

would give her a bright diamond and white wedding gauze.

Now...

No families, no residence. Vincent betrayed her, married another woman, and had a son. The Carter

Group went bankruptcy, and her parents and relatives were missing.

“Ah -”

Sophia shouted loudly.

People passing by were startled by her, looked at her in horror, and ran away as if in a ghost.

Sophia could not help but laugh out loud. She clasped her knees, hung her head feebly, and wept

again. Thinking of her experience over the years, Sophia hated Vincent's heartless, more hated her

own weakness and powerless. She bit her wrist mercilessly until the mouth got blood.

She shuddered and wished to kill Vincent that ungrateful man.

It was hot in the summer night, the thunder was heard. Soon, it rained heavily and the raindrop hit on

Sophia.

Sophia allowed the raindrops get her clothes wet, held her knees, buried her head there, motionless.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was parked at a muddy road junction. Stephen sat in the car, across

the rain curtain, looking at Sophia sitting in the muddy rain with a blank face.

In order to see her more clearly, the double glass window fell down, and rain drops fell on the door,

splashing countless water droplets, which hit on Stephen's white suit.

The night wind gradually got stronger. The rain got into the car and made half of Stephen’s shoulder

wet.

Daniel frowned slightly, “Mr. Berry, go back now?”

After a long time, when Daniel thought he would not speak, he said, “Let's go.”

The wipers slid and the Rolls-Royce faded into the rain. Leaning on the back seat, Stephen took out a

bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured it slowly into a tall glass.

He kept his eyes on the rearview mirror. It was raining so hard that he couldn't see anything in the

rearview mirror except raindrops falling fast from the sky.

Stephen had been silent. When Rolls-Royce turned a corner, a shop’s neon lights flashed in the

rearview mirror. Stephen suddenly realized that what he wanted to see in the rearview mirror.

He comforted himself that he only wanted to appreciate how miserable she was.

That was it.

It must be so!

The car was heading for Stephen’s villa. When it reached the door, Stephen said, “Go to the cemetery.”

Mr. Berry was referring to the two-story villa built next to the cemetery.

It was next to the cemetery, and no developer wanted that land, so Mr. Berry bought it and designed

and built the villa himself. There was nothing special about that villa, except that when all the windows

were opened, the cemetery not far away could be seen. His lover was buried there.

When he got off the car and walked to the villa, Stephen's white suit was all wet. He went up to the

second floor, opened the window and looked at the view not far away.

One by one, he counted the cold tombstone. When the count reached 231, Stephen's sight stopped.

There was the gravestone of his lover.

Looking at Jessie's tombstone, Stephen's heart calmed down and the depression was finally pressed

down.

In the corner of the street.

Soon after Stephen left, a white car passed by Sophia, making countless mud, which splashed on

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Sophia did not move, still buried her head, sitting there.

The white car drove by, and then drove back. A young woman got out and walked over to Sophia. She

reached out to touch Sophia. See that she had no response, she raised her hand to help her up.

Seeing Sophia's face clearly, she could not help exclaim, “Sophia, what is wrong with you?!”

This person was not others but Hazel who was the best to her in the public relations department.

Hazel helped Sophia up. Seeing that she had a pale face and had no reaction, Hazel was anxious and

shouted at the white car, “Brother! Come and help! Come and help!”

Sophia woke up and found in a narrow bed. Although the layout was simply, it could be seem that it

was a girl’s room.

Sophia frowned, sat up and looked around, “Where am I?”