Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229

When Richard emerged from the shower, he wore silk pajamas, and his hair, still damp, fell messily across his forehead.

Tonight, he looked so much younger-like one of those fresh-faced guys just out of college.

He walked to the bedside.

Bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, Sophia lay curled on her side, her entire face hidden in the pillows and blankets.

Worried she might smother herself, Richard leaned in, propping one hand on the mattress while carefully tugging at the blanket she’d pinned down.

The sound must’ve bothered her, because she shifted restlessly. Richard instantly softened his actions, moving with extra care so he wouldn’t disturb her.

Once she was deeply asleep again, Richard gingerly tried tugging at the blanket one more time.

This time, Sophia rolled straight into his arms, rubbing her face against his arm like a sleepy kitten.

Her skin was feverishly warm, and the tantalizing hint of wine clung to her, making Richard’s mind race out of control.

Richard’s throat tightened, and he froze right where he was, barely daring to breathe.

Perhaps feeling restless in her sleep, Sophia suddenly threw her leg across Richard’s waist.

Richard stared down at her sprawled across him, and for a second, his nerves were shot-he almost lost it.

He didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly; if Sophia woke up now, there was just no way he could talk his way out of this

mess.

“Mr. Nelson, drink. Come on, drink,” Sophia murmured sleepily.

She was still off in dreamland, clinging to Micah in her drunken haze. “Mr. Nelson, you’re just the best. I totally adore CEOS who actually give a damn about the world.”

Richard narrowed his eyes, danger practically simmering off him.

He tilted Sophia’s chin up, his voice rough and magnetic. “Saying some other guy’s name in my bed, huh?”

Just thinking about her out there, wrapped up with that guy like she couldn’t stand to be apart, made Richard feel like he was neck-deep in jealousy-he could almost taste the sourness.

Even half-asleep, Sophia could sense trouble and instinctively wriggled away to the side, escaping his arms.

Just as he was about to leave the bedroom, he heard Sophia’s phone ringing. He walked over and saw Annabelle’s name lighting up the screen.

Richard picked up the phone, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and answered, “It’s me.”

Annabelle nearly dropped her phone in shock when she heard that deep voice. She stammered, totally flustered, “Uh- Uncle Richard? Why are you the one picking up?”

“Sophia’s asleep. What’s up?” Richard replied.

Annabelle pinched her thigh, her heart racing. Her bestie hadn’t come home, and now Richard was answering her phone- of course, she had something to say.

“Uncle Richard, when are you bringing Sophie back? I’ve been waiting, and I’m about to fall asleep here,” Annabelle mumbled, fighting to keep her eyes open.

Richard glanced back at Sophia, sleeping peacefully on the bed, and replied, “She’s staying here tonight. Get some sleep yourself.”

With that, he hung up.

Annabelle stared dumbfounded at her darkened phone screen. ‘Wait a minute, does that mean Sophie is with Uncle Richard alone right now?’ she thought.

‘So, am I about to call her Aunt?’ Annabelle wondered, her heart thumping with excitement and a dash of gossip.