Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 175

[Said it would freeze my age, well, mission accomplished–I got literally frozen into a puffy pig head from an allergic reaction, back to peak baby fat. And customer service still insists I should use it for 28 days. Whac next, a VIP room in the ICU?]

Lab stats were hyped to the moon, actual results are a dumpster fire. Ruined skin, peeling, and breakouts the triple ‘regeneration‘ package. Might as well call it a DIY burn treatment kit. Flawlessly executed!

The comment section was packed with brutal takedowns of the regenerating cream, and right behind it at number two was [Yadel Group Stock Crash.]

‘No wonder Lucas was raging when he called me. I mean, who wouldn’t lose it in his place? Sophia thought. Annabelle rubbed her eyes as she woke up. After hauling concrete all night, she was totally beat.

She could’ve slept longer, but her stomach was rumbling so loud it pulled her straight out of dreamland. When she opened her eyes, the glow from Sophia’s phone screen lit up her face. Annabelle yawned wide. “What are you checking out on your phone? Didn’t last night tire you out enough? Why not just crash a bit longer?” Annabelle mumbled, still half asleep.

“Did I wake you up?” Sophia turned and asked in a softer voice, looking a little apologetic.

Annabelle shifted on her makeshift pillow. “Nah, I just couldn’t really get comfy. The ground’s so uneven; it keeps poking me.”

Sophia chuckled softly. “It’s nothing like being on your own huge mattress at home, huh? How about having something to eat, then getting some more sleep?”

Annabelle shook her head. “Nope, not getting up.”

“Just relax. Sounds like they’re handing out boxed meals–I’ll go get some for us,” Sophia said.

Annabelle dragged herself out from under the blanket, barely awake. “Let me come with you.”

She thought, ‘Sophie was out searching through the rubble all night and basically didn’t rest at all. I got there much later, so she has to be even more wiped out than me.’

Sophia gently coaxed her back under the covers. “Seriously, just relax. It’s right outside, not even a tough walk -I won’t get worn out.”

With that, she got up, slipped on her shoes, and ducked out of the tent.

And sure enough, Richard was sitting right outside on a little folding stool.

Sophia blinked, completely taken aback.

‘When did he get here?‘ she wondered.

Next to him, on another folding stool, were two boxed meals and two servings of soup.

‘Who would’ve thought that Mr. Sterling, the CEO of Bo Group, would show up and personally deliver boxed meals? Talk about feeling VIP, Sophia thought, totally flattered.

Sophia was honestly caught off guard, a little starstruck by the gesture. “Did you get these for us?” she asked) softly.

Richard tilted his head up, the sunset painting golden streaks across his ridiculously handsome face–he was pure trouble, honestly.

“Saw you two were still snoozing, so I picked up some food for you. Hope you slept alright?” Richard said, giving her a warm look.

He’d actually heard plenty of movement inside the tent earlier, but figured it’d be out of line to just barge in. so he held back.

Sophia nodded gently. “Yeah, I guess I was just so wiped out that I crashed the second my head hit the pillow.

“Okay. Go ahead and eat before it gets cold–you don’t want to upset your stomach, Richard said, handing her the boxed meal.

Sophia quickly took it. “Thanks. I’ll go wake Annabelle up.”

With her hands full of boxed meals, Sophia couldn’t manage the tent flap, so Richard got up and pulled it open for her.

She headed inside with the food, and, just as she thought, Annabelle was already up–probably heard Richard chatting outside. She was squatting by the side, busy washing her face.

With nowhere in the tent to actually set anything down, Sophia just sat cross–legged on the floor and waited for Annabelle to finish washing up.

“Uncle Richard, getting boxed meals for people? Sophie, can you even wrap your head around it? Those hands seal billion–dollar deals–and now they’re out picking up boxed meals. That’s insane,” Annabelle joked, grinning.

Sophia couldn’t help but laugh. “Nope, I just can’t imagine it.”

Richard took care of her in ways so gentle and quiet that, if Sophia didn’t stop and think about it, she’d swear they were just friends–nothing more.

Annabelle finished washing up and dropped down beside Sophia with a grin. “Seriously, Uncle Richard’s got a crush on you, no doubt.”

It was just like back in school.

Those cool, aloof popular guys who kept their distance from pretty much everyone, but for the girl they liked, they’d suddenly start doing little favors–grabbing her lunch from the cafeteria, hauling water bottles

for her.