Richard was out cold. Sophia managed to move him onto the couch without waking him.
But even in his sleep, he instinctively clung to her waist, holding on tight like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
Sophia didn't dare move, worried she'd wake him.
But Richard just kept pushing his luck. He rested his head on her lap, found a comfortable spot, and drifted off again.
Sophia lowered her gaze.
He was ridiculously handsome-every feature, from his eyes to his lips, looked as though it had been sculpted straight from her heart's desire.
Honestly, who could possibly turn down a man like him?
Even if it was just a brief romance with no strings attached, it would make this life more than worth it.
"Why?" Sophia murmured.
Why me? I'm nothing special... just plain, boring, not even fun to be around. So why on earth did he fall for someone like me?' she thought.
Of course, Richard couldn't give her an answer while he was sound asleep—he just pulled her closer:
Sophia waited until he was dead asleep before gently lifting his head and settling it onto a pillow.
Even that tiny movement startled him. He reached out, grabbing blindly at nothing
Sophia reacted fast, snatching another pillow and stuffing it into his arms.
Richard hugged the pillow, but something felt strange.
He frowned slightly.
Maybe it was years of insomnia, or maybe the comforting scent lingering in his breath kept him under-but he never woke up.
Once she was sure he was out cold again, Sophia grabbed her bag and slipped out of the private room as quietly as she could.
After heading downstairs, she called Annabelle.
"Hey, Annabelle, I got out of the private room. Where are you? Wanna head back to the hotel together?" Sophia asked.
Annabelle sounded tipsy. "What, you managed to sneak out? Did Uncle Richard actually let you escape?"
Sophia replied, "Nope, I tiptoed out while he was out cold."
"Hold up, I'll be right down. Let's head back to the hotel together," Annabelle said.
Annabelle could pretty much guess what was going on.
Sophia had snuck out now, probably planning to make a run for it before Richard woke up.
They were ride-or-die besties-wherever Sophia went, Annabelle was right there with her.
After hanging up, Sophia gazed out at the city lights, her mood suddenly sinking for no good reason.
Out of nowhere, a low, rough voice echoed behind her.
"So, you're really going to ditch me again?" Richard said
Sophia felt like she'd been struck by lightning. She whipped around and saw Richard standing there, right behind her.
He was leaning against the hotel wall with his arms crossed, and she couldn't tell how long he'd been waiting
Sophia pressed her hands stiffly to her sides, looking for all the world like a kid busted for something in class. "H-How did you even wake up?"
Richard hadn't really been asleep-he woke up the second she tried to slip away.
He stared at her with no expression at all. "What am I, a venomous snake or some wild beast? Are you that scared that you've gotta bolt whenever you spot me?"
Sophia's heart thudded in her chest. She bit her lip, unsure what she could possibly say, mind blank and nerves jangling.
Richard straightened up, determination in his eyes as he strode toward her.
For some reason, panic completely took over Sophia.
Her mind went blank—without thinking, she just spun on her heel and took off.
Richard was so frustrated that he couldn't help but let out a helpless laugh.
He'd tracked her all the way from Jelasburg to Haisburg, finally cornered her here, and yet, all she wanted to do was run away.
Sophia sprinted into the night, the wind whipping past her, but she didn't hear anyone coming after her.
She stopped, out of breath, and glanced back nervously.
The midnight streets were practically empty-just a couple of night owls around, but no trace of Richard anywhere.
She took a deep breath, feeling relieved
'Lucky for me, Richard didn't follow, she thought.
Just as that thought popped into her head, a horn honked from the side of the road. Sophia turned toward the sound.
There was a black Bentley parked in the shadows, and as the back window slid down, it revealed Richard's face-the kind of ridiculously handsome that made people want to riot.
Sophia just stood there, at a total loss for words.
'So that's why he didn't run after me... He was waiting to ambush me, she thought.

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