Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Lucas waited all the way until eight in the evening, but Sophia still hadn’t shown up. He was starting to lose his cool.

“Wendy, did Sophia say what time she’s coming back?” Lucas was growing increasingly impatient.

He’d tried calling her, but her phone was off. ‘Does she even care about me at all?‘ he wondered bitterly.

Wendy replied cautiously, “Mr. Westwood, I called Mrs. Westwood and asked her to come back early, but she didn’t say a word–just hung up on me, and didn’t mention when she’d be home.”

“She’s got some nerve,” Lucas exploded.

What the hell is Sophia playing at?‘ Lucas wondered, already furious.

“Keep trying,” he snapped.

“But her phone’s still off,” Wendy said.

Lucas was absolutely livid. With Sophia’s phone still dead, he had no choice but to call the bodyguards who were tailing her.

“Where’s Sophia now? I want her back here right this minute,” he barked.

The bodyguard responded, “Mr. Westwood, Mrs. Westwood went into the industrial zone and hasn’t come out.”

They thought, ‘That place is massive. How are we supposed to track her down in there?‘

Lucas was boiling with rage. “Are you absolutely sure she’s still inside the industrial zone? She didn’t sneak out through some other exit, did she?”

The bodyguard hesitated.

“Bunch of morons,” Lucas barked, slamming the phone down.

‘Damn it, Sophia’s getting harder and harder for me to control,‘ he thought bitterly.

Sophia used to wait for him at home every night. Now, he was the one left waiting.

Lucas wasn’t even sure if she’d ever come home, or if she’d just vanish into thin air.

‘No, that’s not happening, Lucas gritted his teeth as he wondered, ‘There’s no way I’m just going to sit here and do nothing,

There was no way Sophia would go back to the Evans family. So in all of Jelasburg, the only place she could possibly be was at Annabelle’s place.

Lucas jumped to his feet, snatched up his car keys, and rushed out the door.

“Ms. Quinn, you’re spoiling us too much. If this keeps up, I’ll never find a girlfriend,” one of the PhD students joked.

Annabelle, sitting beside Sophia, smiled and said, “Every girl is one–of–a–kind, like a rare gem. If you know how to appreciate them, you’ll discover each one is a treasure hidden in plain sight.”

“So, Ms. Quinn, do you have a boyfriend? Should we get in line or what?” another joked, laughing with the crowd.

“No boyfriend,” Annabelle said with a gentle laugh, cutting off the banter before it got too wild. “But I do have a fiancé.”

The group groaned in mock disappointment, “Looks like all the good ones are taken. What about you, Ms. Evans?”

Sophia just smiled and kept eating her food, not saying a word.

Everyone had spent the whole day with Sophia, and they all knew she was incredibly capable.

When Sophia was working, she didn’t talk much, but whenever she did speak, her insights were like a bolt of lightning; they cut straight to the heart of the matter, making everything crystal clear.

Because of that, everyone respected Sophia deeply. Seeing that she didn’t want to talk about herself, no one pressed her further.

Everyone started chatting about other stuff.

Annabelle leaned over to Sophia and asked, “Hey, what’s the deal with those clothes that got delivered to my place?”

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