Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 137

Sophia had the kind of figure that turned heads–delicate yet feminine, nowhere near frail. The black fabric made her skin look luminous, like she was glowing from the inside out. She was just effortlessly breathtaking.

Annabelle exclaimed, “Sophie, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. With those curves–your chest, waist, and hips—if I were a guy, I’d be head over heels for you in a heartbeat.”

With that, she shot a sneaky glance at Richard.

Richard was staring at Sophia like she was the only person in the world, his gaze so intense he barely blinked.

Annabelle’s lips curled up, thinking, ‘Ha, Uncle Richard is totally falling for her now.‘

Sophia stood there, feeling awkward and flustered. Annabelle’s over–the–top praise made her cheeks burn bright red, all the way up to her ears.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Sophia muttered, trying to hide how embarrassed she was.

“Seriously, I’m just voicing every guy’s opinion, right, Uncle Richard?” Annabelle said, giving him a proud, sideways look.

She thought, ‘Come on, just admit it already, Uncle Richard.’

Richard’s expression stayed composed, a subtle smile playing at his lips. He said, “Ms. Evans, you have the kind of charm that could make any man lose his head.”

Sophia thought, “This is just wild, honestly.’

She sighed and said, “You two are working together to flatter me so much I’m about to fall over.”

That half–joking tone was all she could use to take the edge off Richard’s intense energy.

Just now, Sophia suddenly noticed that Richard wasn’t just cold–there was an intensity in him, almost fierce, tightly restrained beneath the surface.

She’d never picked up on that before, not in any of their previous encounters.

To Sophia, Richard was basically a whole different breed–one she knew she had better keep her guard up around.

Annabelle said, “Honestly, Sophie, you look absolutely stunning and sexy in that dress! If you wear it to the recognition party tomorrow, you’ll totally steal the spotlight.

“Just your looks alone could slay a whole room.”

Richard’s brow furrowed slightly as he asked, “Recognition party?”

Annabelle said, “Yeah, the Westwood family is hosting a recognition party tomorrow night. Jason said they sent you an invitation, Uncle Richard. Come on, let me be your plus one!”

The Westwood family sent an invite to the Quinns, too, but Annabelle’s folks were worried she’d cause a scene again, so they were absolutely not letting her attend.

Richard suddenly said, “Actually, I don’t think this dress really suits Ms. Evans. Let’s find another one.”

Annabelle’s jaw almost hit the ground.

She thought, ‘What?

‘Seriously? You were literally drooling over her a minute ago–how do you flip the script that fast?‘

Sophia squirmed under the force of Richard’s intense, borderline possessive stare. She blurted out, desperate to escape, “Yeah, I guess this dress isn’t really for me either. I’ll go change now.”

With that, she practically darted off to the fitting room, holding up her skirt to make a quick getaway.

The sales clerk stood frozen, totally bewildered. She thought, ‘I mean, it looked perfect on her, and Mr. Sterling was clearly impressed a moment ago. So why did he suddenly decide it’s not right for her?‘

Sophia practically dashed back into the fitting room, her whole body inexplicably burning up.

She started fanning herself with her hand, desperate to cool down.

When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her face was as red as a monkey’s butt.

Just the thought of Richard was enough to send Sophia’s mind into a tailspin.

For the first time, she wasn’t seeing him only as some powerful executive–she was seeing him as a man.

Outside, Annabelle rested her chin in her hands, eyeing Richard with sharp curiosity.

“Uncle Richard, hand to your heart–can you really say that black dress wasn’t perfect for Sophie?” she teased, her eyes daring him to answer.

Richard realized Annabelle wasn’t the least bit scared of him anymore. He arched his brow and said, “It didn’t

suit her.”

Annabelle snorted, “Such a two–faced guy.”

She grumbled inwardly, ‘Who are you trying to fool?

‘Bet you just found out she’ll be at the Westwood family’s party, and now you can’t stand the idea of Lucas seeing her all glammed up like this, right?

‘Seriously, Sophia is not even yours yet, and you’re already getting all possessive.

‘I will snap up that dress and hand it to Sophie later.

‘It isn’t just for that party–there are charity balls, glitzy launches, all kinds of big–deal events. Sophie would totally get her chance to rock it.

Chapter 137

I will make Sophic wow everyone, wherever she shows up in that dress.