Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 239: Chapter 239
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Sophie had no intention of opening the door, and it seemed that Hurley had no intention of leaving either. Instead, he continued pressing the doorbell incessantly.
Finally, Sophie opened the door, irritated: "Disturbing the peace in the middle of the night, I'll call security!"
"It's me," Hurley said, his carefully styled hair appearing a bit disheveled in front of Sophie.
In Sophie's presence, he completely lacked the demeanor of a leader in the capital.
"I know it's you. What are you here for? I told you tonight, you're sleeping elsewhere," Sophie said, only opening the door a crack and not letting Hurley in.
"I also said that Anabel can be here with you, but I must be here too!"
"I also said, dream on!"
It was simply impossible, there was no room for negotiation at all. Sophie was about to close the door, but Hurley squeezed his entire body through the door crack, forcing his way in.
"Hurley! I'll call the police for trespassing!"
"Feel free to do so," Hurley replied indifferently.
After coming in, he looked around and found that there were indeed no traces of other people in Sophie's place. It seemed that Sophie hadn't brought any men home recently.
Hurley felt a bit satisfied, then pretended to ask, "Where's Anabel?"
"In the room. Hurley, when are you planning to leave?"
"Have you finished your meal?" Hurley didn't answer Sophie's question directly but came up with a random statement.
"What does it have to do with you? Aren't you supposed to be having a romantic candlelight dinner with Matilda?"
Sophie calculated the time and figured that Hurley, coming from his villa, probably hadn't had dinner yet. Hurley chuckled lightly, looking at the woman in front of him, feeling inexplicably good: "Why do I smell a sour scent?"
Sophie sniffed but didn't detect any particular scent. "Where is there a sour smell?"
Meeting Hurley's gaze, Sophie suddenly realized, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm jealous?"
"Isn't it? It seems like every time Matilda is mentioned, your reaction is quite significant, Sophie. If you don't have any feelings for me, why are you so concerned about Matilda's presence?"
Hurley approached closer, and Sophie dared not look into those eyes.
"What kind of joke are you making? Why would I care about Matilda's presence? What kind of man can't Sophie find? Do you think I would be interested in you?"
"Whether you're interested or not, you know deep down," Hurley said, reaching out and grabbing Sophie's chin, forcing her face to turn towards him. He gazed at her like this.
He slightly parted his thin lips, and his amber eyes were as deep as the vortex of the sea, like a mysterious uninhabited island, enticing one to explore.
"Looking at me like this, do you really feel nothing?" His voice was low, the distance between them was close, and Sophie could even smell the scent of pine emanating from him.
That was the scent Sophie had once been most infatuated with. Sophie had protected herself very well, especially in front of Hurley. However, now, that cold and clear scent of pine forcefully infiltrated Sophie's world, wanting to dominate everything.
Sophie's heart raced, thumping uncontrollably. The rhythm was entirely beyond her control. Against the light, Hurley's face seemed so unreal, and Sophie thought of the first time she saw Hurley after waking up in the hospital.
At that time, Hurley, for her, was like a celestial being, a deity descending.
It was as if she had returned to six years ago when she first laid eyes on Hurley, and her heart uncontrollably fluttered a bit.
Finally, Sophie opened the door, irritated: "Disturbing the peace in the middle of the night, I'll call security!"
"It's me," Hurley said, his carefully styled hair appearing a bit disheveled in front of Sophie.
In Sophie's presence, he completely lacked the demeanor of a leader in the capital.
"I know it's you. What are you here for? I told you tonight, you're sleeping elsewhere," Sophie said, only opening the door a crack and not letting Hurley in.
"I also said that Anabel can be here with you, but I must be here too!"
"I also said, dream on!"
It was simply impossible, there was no room for negotiation at all. Sophie was about to close the door, but Hurley squeezed his entire body through the door crack, forcing his way in.
"Hurley! I'll call the police for trespassing!"
"Feel free to do so," Hurley replied indifferently.
After coming in, he looked around and found that there were indeed no traces of other people in Sophie's place. It seemed that Sophie hadn't brought any men home recently.
Hurley felt a bit satisfied, then pretended to ask, "Where's Anabel?"
"In the room. Hurley, when are you planning to leave?"
"Have you finished your meal?" Hurley didn't answer Sophie's question directly but came up with a random statement.
"What does it have to do with you? Aren't you supposed to be having a romantic candlelight dinner with Matilda?"
Sophie calculated the time and figured that Hurley, coming from his villa, probably hadn't had dinner yet. Hurley chuckled lightly, looking at the woman in front of him, feeling inexplicably good: "Why do I smell a sour scent?"
Sophie sniffed but didn't detect any particular scent. "Where is there a sour smell?"
Meeting Hurley's gaze, Sophie suddenly realized, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm jealous?"
"Isn't it? It seems like every time Matilda is mentioned, your reaction is quite significant, Sophie. If you don't have any feelings for me, why are you so concerned about Matilda's presence?"
Hurley approached closer, and Sophie dared not look into those eyes.
"What kind of joke are you making? Why would I care about Matilda's presence? What kind of man can't Sophie find? Do you think I would be interested in you?"
"Whether you're interested or not, you know deep down," Hurley said, reaching out and grabbing Sophie's chin, forcing her face to turn towards him. He gazed at her like this.
He slightly parted his thin lips, and his amber eyes were as deep as the vortex of the sea, like a mysterious uninhabited island, enticing one to explore.
"Looking at me like this, do you really feel nothing?" His voice was low, the distance between them was close, and Sophie could even smell the scent of pine emanating from him.
That was the scent Sophie had once been most infatuated with. Sophie had protected herself very well, especially in front of Hurley. However, now, that cold and clear scent of pine forcefully infiltrated Sophie's world, wanting to dominate everything.
Sophie's heart raced, thumping uncontrollably. The rhythm was entirely beyond her control. Against the light, Hurley's face seemed so unreal, and Sophie thought of the first time she saw Hurley after waking up in the hospital.
At that time, Hurley, for her, was like a celestial being, a deity descending.
It was as if she had returned to six years ago when she first laid eyes on Hurley, and her heart uncontrollably fluttered a bit.
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