Drenched in Love

Chapter 27 What are You Two Doing

Different from before, Sophia was now flushed as if she was shy. But Stephen knew that Sophia was

not shy.

She was sick.

Stephen put the back of his hand on her forehead, and as expected it was very hot.

Stephen frowned, bent down to cover the blanket to Sophia and held her downstairs.

Daniel was waiting at the door of the hotel. He was surprised to see Stephen holding Sophia down, “Mr.

Berry, what is going on?”

“Go to the hospital!”

Daniel immediately opened the door to let Stephen get in the car and then he drove the car to the

hospital.

“She had got injection, she will be fine, let her take a rest.”

The doctor took the medical record and said, “This lady has dysmenorrhea. Let her touch cold water

less and eat cold things less in the future. If she gets cold, it may affect her pregnancy.”

Stephen's eyes moved.

Daniel saw the doctor off with a smile, “We will remember it and will pay attention to it.”

Sophia was still in a coma. The fever had now subsided, and her face was pale again. Whether it was

because of the pain or not, her brows were furrowed and she still looked miserable in her sleep.

Stephen stared at the pale face and found that the blanket was only covered to the chest, so he went

forward, pulled up the blanket and tucked it under her neck.

Perceiving someone touched her, Sophia frowned, shrank her body and turned over.

Stephen got startled, raised his hand, with his fingers trembling.

Looking at the sleeping Sophia, and then at his fingers, Stephen's face became gloomy. He pressed his

lips together in a straight line and turned angrily.

Daniel returned after paying the medical fees. Seeing that, he was to ask him.

Stephen looked at him coldly and said coldly, “Go!”

Sophia woke up and looked around. She was stunned to see everything was while. She slightly moved

her hands, and found there was infusion needle on the back of her hand. And suddenly she realized

that she was in the hospital.

After waking up, what happened last night suddenly appeared in her mind. Sophia stiffed and then sat

up to check her own body: Luckily, she was dressed in hospital clothes and had nothing different but

clothes.

Sophia looked around. This was a one-room ward. She was the only one in the ward, without other

patients or escorts.

Who sent her to the hospital?

As she was thinking, the ward door from the outside pushed open. Vincent, who was also wearing a

hospital gown, walked in with a bucket in his hand.

Sophia frowned at him.

Vincent was very happy, “Sophia, you wake up? Come and have your porridge. You favorite porridge!”

Sophia could not help but absentminded.

It was like going back in time to their college days. She fainted because of dysmenorrhea. It was

Vincent sent her to the hospital. When she woke up, Vincent would come to her with a bowl of porridge,

and then fed her spoon by spoon.

At the moment of trance, Vincent had got the porridge ready with a spoon. He delivered it to the mouth

of Sophia, “Sophia, drink.”

Vincent’s words suddenly pulled Sophia back to reality.

This was not five years ago, when they were still in love with each other. Now it had been five years

and she had been in prison for five years. The expectant man who gave her a mouthful of porridge had

married another woman while she was in prison and had a five-year-old child.

“Sophia, have a drink. You haven't eaten for a long time.”

Vincent handed the spoon forward directly to the mouth of Sophia. Sophia turned her head.

She touched the spoon when she turned away her head. Vincent’s hand shook and the whole spoon of

porridge fell down to Sophia's clothes.

Vincent was stunned and then immediately put down the spoon, took tissue to wipe Sophia’s chest.

Sophia stretched out her to stop him and said with disgust, “Don't touch me with your dirty hand!”

Vincent's movement froze.

Sophia took the tissue to clean her clothes.

Vincent looked at her finish and grabbed her cold hand, “Sophia, I know you hate me. I hate myself,

too. But I didn’t meant to betray you, I had my reason. I --”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Sophia threw off Vincent's hand and sneered, “Reason? What reason do you have so that you have a

five-year-old son during my five years in prison?”

“Sophia!” Vincent was sad and wanted to explain holding Sophia's hand.

Sophia slapped in his face, “Get out of here! I don't want to see you now!” He had reason to betray

her? He had a reason to marry another woman? He had reason to have sex with another woman? He

had reason to have a son?

Cheat the ghost!

“Sophia.” Vincent stood by the bed and refused to leave.

Sophia was impatient, “Ok, you stay, I will leave!!” With that, Sophia pulled down the infusion needle,

got out of the bed and walked out bare foot, regardless of her hand was still bleeding.

Because she had lied for a long time and got up suddenly, Sophia got dizzy and her body shook.

Vincent immediately stretched out his hand to embrace her, “Sophia, you can't move while you're still

ill.”

“Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”

Sophia's voice was sad and shrill.

Had it not been for him, the Carter Group might not have gone bankrupt. Had it not been for him, she

would not have to go to jail. Had it not been for him, she would not live like this. Had it not been for him,

she would not have been bullied like that?!

Sophia struggled badly, Vincent could only hold her more tightly, “Sophia, be obedient. Sophia, don't do

that, you...”

As two people were arguing, Ella appeared at the door of the ward, “What are you two doing?”

Sophia and Vincent suddenly stood in amazement.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Ella was angry.

Vincent and Sophia were in the quarrel, so they did not notice that Vincent’s shirt had a button open

and his collar open, revealing his skin. And Sophia, because of the constant twisting of the body,

hospital gown got up. Vincent held her arm and stopped at her exposed waist.