Single Mother: Struggling With The Dangerous CEO
Chapter 50

Chapter 50 

Sophia thought for a moment, only to replace that she could not think of anything.She thought self-deprecatingly that perhaps, right from the start until the end, she had never become a part of Patrick'sworld.

After chatting for a bit more, she and Fiona said goodnight to each other.

Sophia didn't turn off the lights.She looked up at the ceiling and recalled everything that had happenedtoday.She felt that it was like a slow-motion scene in a movie.

It kept replaying in her head.

Patrick said, "I thought about it carefully.It was a kind of fear.I was afraid that you would no longer wantme and love me.Please forgive my hindsight"

He also said, "Sophia, in a few days, the company's ten-anniversary celebration will begin.After that, Ican take a few days off, and you can go back to Australia with me.I will tell you everything thathappened five years ago, and then we can shoulder the burden together, okay?"

Then he added, "If you are not satisfied with all of the explanations when we arrive in Australia, I willnot force you.I swear."

After he forced her into this kind of situation in their relationship, this seemed to be the only remainingpath for them to walk on.

She was not sure if this was goad or not, but Australia was where they began, and perhaps it wouldalso become the final place to end everything.

At this time, the cell phone next to the pillow vibrated a few more times.

Sophia thought that Fiona had sent something again, but when she looked at it, Patrick sent her thetext message.

[Are you asleep? Sophia, I miss you!]

She did not know if Patrick was still drunk or he was deliberately playing ambiguous with her to botherher heart.

She remembered Patrick saying, "Sophia, I miss you!"

This sentence was like a lifetime ago.

The following day was cloudy, and the air was a little stuffy as the clouds threatened to pour rain overthe land.

Sophia washed up and changed her clothes.

When she passed by the hall cabinet, she remembered that the coat and the shirt she borrowed fromhim were still with her.She had already washed it and placed it in the bag.She was thinking of replaceingthe perfect opportunity to return it to him.

‘Why don't I give it to him today?’ she asked herself.

The miracle was that a few people were on the bus, and there was no need to stand.

This was already exciting enough for an ordinary office worker.She found a seat near a window and satdown.She had always known that this city was huge and prosperous, but she had never taken a properlook at it ever since she returned to the country.

Today, she suddenly became interested and perused the city carefully.She realized that other than itwas always raining here, there was nothing terrible about it.

The temperature was excellent, and it was spring all year round.

Except for the snow and fallen leaves, everything seemed to be perfect.

This weather was like Patrick.

He was a very good person, except that it was impossible to read his mind and intention when doingthings.

After getting off the bus and just taking two steps forward, Patrick's car approached slowly from theback of the bus and stopped in front of Sophia.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for him.

He stepped out of the vehicle.

This time of the day had always been the rush hour for the company.

The employees about to enter the building abruptly stopped to greet Patrick.

Sophia held the bag of clothes in her hand and hid behind the crowd.

Was it awkward? A little.

Apart from being embarrassed, she also seemed to be a little helpless.

Although she didn't know whether his words were true or not, no matter who he said it to, they couldn'tresist believing him for a while.

Moreover, she, Sophia, was the most ordinary woman among all the ordinary women.

When she walked to the elevator entrance, Sophia was still standing behind the crowd of people,quietly waiting for the elevator.

She was somewhat lost in her thoughts.

Only when her phone vibrated did she come back to her senses.

[Come to the special elevator]

It was Patrick.

Sophia didn't move.She didn't want to go over there.

Two seconds later, her phone vibrated again.

[If you don't come, I will go to you.I will do what I say.]

It was still him again.

Sophia frowned.

Patrick was a man of his word.

She had no choice but to walk over there.

Jenelyn had just arrived at the elevator entrance and saw that the elevator had just arrived.

Jenelyn noticed that Sophia had left.She wanted to call out, but she was afraid that she wouldn't beable to squeeze in.

Jenelyn thought about it for a while but didn't open her mouth.

Patrick's dedicated elevator was set at the corner of each floor.

It was a sealed space.

Perhaps he had already considered the President's elevator when the building was designed.

The quieter it was, the better.

He leaned against the elevator wall with his hands crossed over his chest.He was wearing the bluecheckered shirt Sophia gave him and wore a light blue tie.His entire being looked nobler, like a princecharming.

"What's that in your hand?"Patrick asked.

Sophia felt that he was too at ease when talking to her, which naturally made her uncomfortable.

She handed the bag over with one hand.

Sophia replied, "I washed the clothes I borrowed from your apartment last time.I am returning them toyou now"

Patrick did not take it but asked her, "Did you wash it with your hands?"

Sophia nodded.

His clothes were all handmade.

If she didn't hand wash them, they would be ruined.

"How long did you wash it with your hands?" he asked again.

Sophia frowned, "How long does it take to clean a piece of garment? I washed it until it’s clean, ofcourse"

All of a sudden, Patrick stood up straight and took two steps towards her.

Then he leaned over and looked at her from above with a smile.

"Sophia, did you not see the text message from last night? I said I missed you, and I wanted to spendmore time with you” Patrick stood too close to her comfort.

The breath that fanned her face was filled with the fresh and pleasant smell of mint.His scent couldeasily drown people.

Sophia looked at him.She stared as if memorizing his face.

He had dark and deep eyes, long and dense eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and thin lips with a nicecurve.His handsomeness complemented with his slender but strong figure made him perfect.

She looked down.

The sleeves of the blue checkered shirt on his body were slightly exposed from his suit jacket.It was flatand spotless, showing his rigorous dress style.

On his wrist was a limited edition openwork watch.

Every movement he made was elegant and precise with a gentleman’s demeanor.

He had a prominent family background and good taste.

Everything was reflected on this man.

Who would have thought that such a man, who made all the women in Frostford City come to him,would stand before her and say that he missed her? This feeling was like people from two worldsmeeting suddenly.

The difference in status caused a myriad of negative emotions.

But Sophia knew that it was not fear but inferiority.

It was not that she was not confident, but that she was too self-aware.

Or, in the face of such a man, everyone would be timid.

She did not want to have any more unattainable dreams, nor did she want to miss people she shouldnot miss every day.

How about forgetting the emotional entanglements that happened five years ago? Wasn't this a road ofno return? Perhaps, their lives would return to normal as long as Sophia stopped thinking about it andPatrick stopped talking about it?

"Sorry, I can't," Sophia simply replied.

Sophia rejected the temptation he offered with three simple words.She didn't want to replace out the truthanymore.

The pain from five years ago had already caused her so much suffering.

Even if Sophia did not want to forget the memories and lose Patrick, what could she do to change thesituation? No matter how good Patrick was to her now, he already belonged to Adriana.

And they even had Quentin who looked so much like the two of them.

Sophia smiled bitterly and thought, ‘How could her mind suddenly wake up after one night?’

In other words, she had already been tempted by Patrick last night, hadn't she?