Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 268

Annabelle was slumped in the sightseeing car, so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, her head nodding up and down like a little chick picking at seeds. 'Ugh, why am I the only one stuck here?'

She'd already sent the driver away ages ago, leaving herself all alone.

After all, Richard and Sophia were having their private moment in the tent—no way she'd want some random outsider hanging around, acting all nosy.

Now it was just her, guarding this crucial path by herself. 'Seriously, I do way too much for Sophie and Uncle Richard, Annabelle grumbled in her heart.

Annabelle's face slid off her hand again, giving her a little shock and snapping her awake.

She blinked, stealing a glance at the tent way off in the distance. 'Uncle Richard's really having himself a marathon session—still not done yet?' she silently groaned.

Grabbing her phone, she checked the time-it was three in the morning, and the action in the tent was still going strong

Annabelle was on the verge of tears.

My poor bestie, Sophie, she's really taking one for the team tonight, Annabelle sighed to herself.

And as the unlucky third wheel standing guard for their romance, Annabelle was suffering too.

She jumped out of the sightseeing car and started running up and down the path to wake herself up, panting like crazy in no time.

She checked her phone again for the time, feeling totally defeated

"Only fifteen minutes? Are you freaking kidding me?

"Why does this night feel endless?' Annabelle complained inwardly.

Sophia was feeling it too—the night was dragging on endlessly, and Richard's insane stamina was downright overwhelming, leaving her totally at his mercy.

She'd tried crawling out of the tent more than once, but every time, Richard would just haul her right back in, refusing to let her escape, and the cycle of their intimate wrestling started all over again.

At this point, Sophia couldn't help but wonder if Richard was determined to make up for all the lost time in one wild night.

By the time he finally passed out from pure exhaustion, Sophia was utterly spent-like she was about to fall to pieces.

Sophia gritted her teeth, sat up with effort, found her phone and turned on the flashlight, then quickly grabbed her clothes and got dressed

She shot a glance at Richard-his face looked normal again-Thank God, she sighed inwardly.

Finally, after that endless night, he was out for the count.

Running on sheer willpower, Sophia slipped past him and out of the tent. By the time she stepped outside, the sky was already paling with the first light of dawn.

Sophia felt like she'd just been steamrolled by a truck, then stitched back together all wrong—her bones were so sore, every inch of her body practically felt like jelly.

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