Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 193

Sophia just stood there, at a total loss for words.

“So I get lonely too,” Richard admitted quietly, his guard dropping just for a moment.

He couldn’t have made it any clearer.

Sophia might try to play dumb, but she couldn’t pretend she didn’t get it. Deep down, she kind of wished she hadn’t heard it.

Suddenly, she pointed at the moon peeking through the skyscrapers. “Mr. Sterbook, the moon.”

The moon hung high above the city, but compared to the countryside, it was definitely outshone by all the city lights.

Still, seeing the moon lifted her spirits–it was like a promise of another bright, sunny day.

Richard followed her gesture, spotting the moon hanging high in the sky.

Its gentle silver glow lit up the night.

Out of nowhere, Richard caught her wrist and softly lowered her hand. “No one ever warned you as a kid not to point at the moon?”

Sophia blinked, confused. “Why not?”

“They say if you point at the moon, the moon goddess will come down and cut off your ears,” Richard said, his voice low and teasing. As he finished, he gave her earlobe a gentle pinch.

Honestly, he’d just wanted to spook her for fun.

But the moment his fingers touched her earlobe, it gave him an unexpected rush–like a tiny bug nibbling at his fingertips, sending little tingles up his hand.

A shiver of sweet, electric heat shot straight to his heart, and for a moment, he almost lost control all over again.

Sophia never saw it coming–Richard just reached out without warning, and the touch on her earlobe sent a zap of energy through her, making her scalp prickle and her nerves buzz.

She instinctively backed up a couple of steps, her hand flying up to cover her ear in embarrassment.

Her cheeks flared with heat, practically boiling, and her heart thudded wildly, skipping a beat.

They locked eyes for a split second before both quickly looked away, the awkwardness stretching between them like a taut wire.

And through that awkward silence, something else simmered–an unmistakable hint of flirtation sparking between them.

“I–I’m kind of tired. I think I’ll head back,” Sophia mumbled, before turning and hurried off.

Richard curled his fingers at his sides, feeling oddly embarrassed–like a little kid who just couldn’t keep his hands in check.

“Let me walk you back,” he said.

Sophia shot him a panicked glance. “N–no, that’s okay. Really, you go ahead.”

Richard watched her make her escape, disappearing down the path, and rubbed his cheek with a resigned,

Tacs little smile.

He ended up just standing there, letting her go–no point in running after her now.

When Sophia stepped into her hospital room, she was caught off guard–someone was actually waiting for her inside.

Margaret was seated right by the bed, and the moment Sophia walked in, her whole face visibly stiffened.

“Where have you been? With your health like this, you shouldn’t be running around! Why aren’t you resting?” Margaret scolded.

Honestly, for Margaret, that was basically her version of being nice.

Sophia eyed Margaret suspiciously–she only ever got this friendly when she had some sort of plan up her sleeve. Moving slowly, she walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers, and slid right in.

“What are you doing here?” Sophia asked, keeping her voice cool and distant.

Margaret grabbed a thermos off the table. “I heard you’re not feeling well, so I made some soup for you myself. Let me pour you a bowl.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Sophia replied, giving her a side–eye. “Whenever you start acting nice out of nowhere, I just know something’s up. Makes me a little uneasy.”

Margaret’s fingers stiffened for a second, but then she remembered that week or so when Sophia went missing and ended up in Ginkgo Town.

She had no idea what Sophia was up to there, and that thought made her even more uneasy.

arles was on edge, worried Sophia might be digging into her own background.

are, they’d greased the wheels back home, but there were still some old–timers who knew her uncle and were very much alive–if Sophia started asking questions, she could easily dig up something dangerous.

“Sophie, I know I’ve been neglecting your feelings these past three years. I’ve really been reflecting on it lately,” Margaret said, her voice softening.

“You can’t blame me, okay? Emily’s been by my side for 22 years, so of course I’m closer to her. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less than I love her,” Margaret added, trying to reassure her.

Sophia’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

‘Unbelievable–the audacity,‘ Sophia sneered inwardly, unable to hide her disdain for Margaret’s words. “Do you even know when my birthday is?” Sophia suddenly asked, voice cold and direct.

Margaret, who’d been primed to launch into a long lecture, froze mid–sentence, just staring at Sophia in disbelief.

Truth was, Margaret never knew when Sophia’s birthday was. She never cared enough to ask.

Bringing her back was always about one thing–getting their hands on her uncle’s inheritance from that trust fund.