Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 147

Charles’s eyes went wide with fury, his anger blazing like a wildfire. He snapped, “Ms. Quinn, this is a family matter. You’re an outsider–stay out of it.”

Annabelle scoffed, “Family matter?

“Have you ever even treated Sophie like one of your own? For the past three years, all I’ve seen is you people bullying and humiliating her. Honestly, why’d you even bother bringing her back? Is there some dirty little secret you’re hiding?”

David’s lips twitched, looking guilty yet defensive. He said, “I really don’t get what you’re even saying. Dad, we should hurry and see Emily at the hospital.”

Saying that, he helped Charles over to the black Bentley parked by the side of the road.

Annabelle was about to hit them with another snarky comment, but Sophia shook her head, silently telling Annabelle to let it go.

“Come on, Annabelle–let’s get out of here,” Sophia said.

Annabelle glanced around the hotel lobby. Emily’s accident hadn’t even made a ripple in the party hall–the Westwood family was still completely oblivious.

They had their own family mess to sort out.

“Uncle Richard’s still in the party hall. Since we’re heading out, should we let him know?” Annabelle said, glancing at Sophia.

Sophia knew Richard had come all this way just for her. She thought, ‘If I ditch him in there, that’s just rude.

“I’ll give him a call,” she said.

Just as Sophia was about to dial, she spotted Richard walking out of the hotel.

With broad shoulders and a trim waist, Richard cut a striking figure in his simple black suit–it fit him like it was tailored just for him, radiating a quiet power that drew every eye in the room.

He strode over to them in just a few steps. He asked, “What happened?”

Sophia shook her head and said, “It’s nothing, Mr. Sterling. We’re about to head out. What about you?”

“Let’s go together,” Richard said.

Richard had only come for Sophia. Now that she was leaving, there was no point in his sticking around.

The driver pulled up, and Annabelle slid right into the passenger seat, purposely saving the back for Richard and Sophia.

Annabelle wasn’t clueless; she could totally see that Richard was into Sophia.

Richard opened the door and glanced over at Sophia, tilting his head to let her know she should get in.

Sophia ducked into the backseat, scooting over closer to the door. Richard got in next to her and shut the door behind them.

The sleek Rolls–Royce Phantom rolled out of the hotel and melted seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

The streetlights cast shifting shadows as Sophia sat beside Richard, unable to shake off a faint, inexplicable

nervousness.

“Mr. Sterling, I’m afraid the party was a bit of a letdown tonight. Let me take you out to dinner sometime to make it up to you,” Sophia offered.

“Why wait? Let’s do tonight,” Richard said smoothly.

Before Sophia could even say a word, Annabelle was already nodding like her life depended on it. She said, “I haven’t had a drop to drink all night, and I’m literally starving. Can we please go eat? I’m dying here!”

Sophia could totally skip dinner herself, but letting Annabelle go hungry? No way. So she agreed without hesitation.

“Is there anything you don’t eat, Mr. Sterling?” Sophia asked.

“Nah, I’m easy–I eat anything,” Richard said.

Annabelle snarked quietly from the front seat, “Yeah, sure–Jason told me he’s the pickiest eater ever.”

Sophia pulled out her phone and browsed for a Michelin three–star spot on her app.

She set up the GPS–it was only a couple of blocks away, super convenient.

They showed

room.

up

after the dinner rush, so no lines at all. The manager just welcomed them right into a private

After they sat down, Sophia handed Richard the menu and motioned for him to order whatever he wanted first.

Richard chose a few dishes and then gave the menu back to Sophia, who added a couple of the place’s house favorites.

Once the waiter left, Annabelle leaned in close to Sophia and whispered, “So, is that why you pulled out Charles’s hair? Did you think maybe Emily wasn’t lying this time?”

Annabelle had filmed the whole exchange between Emily and Sophia in the stairwell earlier.

She never would’ve expected that Sophia might not actually be related to the Evans family by blood.

Sophia shrugged and said, “Doesn’t matter if she’s lying or not–a DNA test will settle everything for sure.”

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