Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 180

Sophia bent down and breathed in the sweet scent of the wildflowers. “He just thinks I’m his savior.

“Hand on your heart. Do you really buy that?” Annabelle cut in without mercy, calling her bluff.

With a face like Sophia’s–and that irresistible married–woman charm–making a few teenage boys fall head over heels was basically child’s play.

Sophia pretended to hit her. “You’re corrupting all that pure puppy love. Watch it, or I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Annabelle ducked away, still laughing. “Yeah, so ‘pure‘ that his eyes are practically glued to you whenever you’re around.”

If that kid didn’t have a crush on Sophia, Annabelle swears she’d live–stream herself doing a handstand while eating dog food.

But then, out of nowhere, she crashed right into a wall of muscle and almost ricocheted off.

Two big hands clamped down on her shoulder blades, squeezing so hard it felt like her bones were about to snap.

“Which bastard thinks they can break my arm? Eat this,” she yelled.

She shouted and kicked hard behind her.

Edward was lightning–fast–he caught her leg just as she kicked out, and Annabelle’s wild move nearly sent her tumbling face–first.

Good thing he kept a tight grip on her shoulders and hauled her back with one strong tug. Then his low voice thundered above her. “I just saved your life, and this is how you thank me?”

Annabelle froze the second she heard his voice. When she finally turned around and saw Edward’s unfairly handsome face lit up under the lamp, she gave him a smile so fawning it was almost embarrassing.

“Major General, finished with business for the night?” she piped up.

ward shot a glance at Richard, whose face was clouded with annoyance. “I actually need Ms. Quinn’s help with something. Let’s discuss it in the tent.”

Saying that, he almost hauled Annabelle along with him.

Right before heading out, he flashed Richard a look that all but shouted, “Don’t let this chance slip by.”

As soon as Edward and Annabelle stepped out, the vibe between Richard and Sophia shifted–something tense and unspoken hung in the air.

Richard’s gaze zeroed in on the wildflowers clutched in Sophia’s hand.

Chapter 180

They were clumsily bunched together, uneven and awkward–but when she looked at them, she’d actually smiled.

Any guy with eyes could tell the kid was head over heels for her–it was obvious to anyone with a pulse.

Richard hadn’t expected it at all; in just a few days, he suddenly found himself faced with a new potential rival.

“Nice flowers, Richard remarked casually,

hadn’t known what to say at first, but when she heard him, she looked down at the wildflowers in her

She smiled, “Yeah, they’re lovely. I’ve always had a thing for wildflowers. When I used to hike up the hills to gather firewood, I’d pick a bunch to bring home and put in a vase.”

Whenever she saw those wild blooms, Sophia would think to herself, “Turns out, I’ve had it pretty good!

Richard couldn’t get enough of listening to Sophia recount all those little stories from her life.

Every time she opened up, he’d get this weird feeling like he’d somehow been right there with her, living it

too.

“You like these flowers?” Richard asked.

Sophia nodded. “Totally. In summer, the hills are always covered in these stubborn little wild daisies–they’re so full of life, and they stick around forever.”

Richard could almost picture her as a kid, ponytail bouncing behind her as she hiked up the hills with her firewood basket, heading up for firewood.

That ponytail swung with every step, pure energy–no matter what life threw at her, nothing could break her spirit; her joy came from relying on herself, always.

Richard reached out. “Mind if I borrow those for a sec?”

Sophia didn’t hesitate–she just handed them over. “Here you go.”

hard took the flowers, then, without missing a beat, caught her wrist and led her to sit right beside him on little stool.

Are you headed back to Jelasburg tomorrow?” Richard asked.

He broke apart the bouquet, carefully picked out a handful of wildflowers, and, with slow and deliberate fingers, started weaving them into a flower crown.

Sophia propped her chin up with her fists, watching with a grin as Richard awkwardly tried his hand at making the crown, clearly not used to this kind of thing.

“Yeah, the search and rescue is all wrapped up here. There’s really no reason for us to stick around,” Sophia replied.