Everlastingly Loving You - Chapter 94

Sophia recalled Emilia throughout the entire luncheon, occasionally shooting Marcus a couple of glares before grumbling something regarding how she never should’ve attended the luncheon.

“She was deeply upset,” she told Clarisse.

“Duh,” Clarisse retorted.

“And Nicholas?” Clarisse asked.

“Peachy,” Sophia answered.

“You’re jealous,” Clarisse realized.

“Don’t even try denying it, you were jealous,” Clarisse smirked.

Sophia lowered her head.

“Maybe I was.”

“Maybe I wasn’t.””Oh cut the nonsense you were, you definitely were.”

“I wish I hadn’t missed it,” she admitted.

“It must’ve been one hell of a sight to see,” she pouted.

“Too bad, you missed it,” Sophia said smugly.

“Moving on, Sheila and Kiara were bruised up pretty badly during their brawl.”

“Julia had to put a stop to it,” Sophia explained.

Clarisse knitted her eyebrows, “Why didn’t Emilia do it?”

“No idea,” Sophia answered truthfully.

“All I do know’s that Emilia’s never going to attend another one of grandmere’s luncheons ever again, that I can say for sure,” Sophia nodded.

“Neither are Sheila and Kiara for that matter,” Sophia added.

Sophia hesitated.

“Where was I?” Sophia asked, blinking.

“Sheila and Kiara not ever going to another one of Julia’s luncheons,” Clarisse reminded Sophia.

Sophia nodded, “Right.”

“Sheila and Kiara,” Sophia said thoughtfully.

The two people of which hadn’t been able to ask Nicholas out before being interrupted mid-sentence. They must’ve felt duly embarrassed.

She explained more of what happened before Clarisse asked out of the blue, “So what’re you gonna do ’bout Louis?”

Sophia knitted her brows, “Why have you been talking strangely?”

She hadn’t brought it up, but she had noticed the small details.

Clarisse shrugged, “I’ve been watching movies all night and learned new, cool, modern terms.”

Sophia shot Clarisse a look that screamed, ‘I don’t want to know.’

“Back to what you’re gonna do about him,” Clarisse reminded her.

“Nothing,” Sophia answered blankly.

“I’m going to do absolutely nothing,” Sophia said.

“I’m not the one,” she hesitated, “At fault,” she finished, staring blankly at the floor.

“You and him ain’t children,” Clarisse said, brows furrowed.

“Y’all are adults,” she added.

“You’re not children, you’re not toddlers, you ain’t hormonal teenagers, you’re adults.”

“Act like it,” she said.

Sophia frowned, “I’m still not apologizing.”

Clarisse shot Sophia a look of disapproval.

Sophia groaned, “Fine!”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Excellent,” Clarisse smiled.

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Sophia swirled her martini.

She’d left the palace to get a drink since she needed to get away for a while.

Nicholas hadn’t followed – she preferred to be alone at the moment.

She sighed.

“And what is a fine lady like you doing in a place like this?” She then heard a man say to her.

“You a visitor here?”

“Most importantly, you alone?”

She turned around.

A frown tugged on her lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She asked rhetorically, rolling her eyes at the stranger.

Sophia inhaled before her frown quickly turned into a charming smile.

“To that, I am visiting. I’m new here,” she blatantly lied.

“And I am alone,” she admitted.

She then caught him eyeing her skirt. She decided to keep her cool.

“I would,” he said nodding, a smug smile plastered across his face.

She batted her eyelashes.

“Well then, come closer,” she said, gesturing for him to come closer to her.

Unknowingly, he moved closer.

“Closer,” she said.

He moved closer once more.

“Closer,” she repeated.

He moved even closer.

He placed a hand on her thigh.

“Your name?” Sophia asked firsthand.

“Andrew,” he answered, smiling seductively.

“Where you work?” Sophia asked next, pulling him closer and distracting him.

“Blaine Corporations.”

There was a twinkle in Sophia’s eye.

“And you?” He asked eagerly, moving his hand higher.

Sophia glanced at his hand.

Enough.

Sophia smirked at him, giving him the wrong impression before she…

“I CAN’T BREATHE!” He wheezed.

“YOU’RE CHOKING ME TOO TIGHT,” he nearly yelled.

Sophia scoffed, “This isn’t what you think it is, Andrew.”

She tightened her grip on his tie.

He tried to smile, before he realized she was right.

“Then what are you doing?!” He demanded.

Sophia gave him the evil eye.

“It’s a skirt, not an invitation,” she growled.

“And the name you’re looking for is Sophia Windsor,” she said before letting go of his tie.

A look of horror crossed his face, even after she’d let go.

“T-that can’t be possible,” he sputtered.

She glared at him, “Do you have a death wish?”

She yanked him by the ear.

He shrieked.

“OW!” He screamed.

Everyone turned their attention to him and her.

They looked away, half of them drunk, the other half unwilling to get involved in whatever was going on.

“I AM A WOMAN,” Sophia began.

“That does not, I repeat, DOES NOT, give you permission to do whatever you want with me, especially catcalling,” she told him, finding it disgusting.

She strengthened her grip on his ear.

Andrew nearly thought she’d break his earbone by how she strong she held him by the ear.

“LET GO OF ME!” He demanded.

“I’M GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE BEFORE I KILL YOU MYSELF, WOMAN!” He commanded.

Sophia let him go once more.

He had one last chance as well.

“You can still make it up to me,” he said, caressing his ear.

“For what you just did,” he added.

Sophia hesitated.

“So, what about we take this outside?” She suggested.

“Now that’s more like it,” Andrew smirked.

She smiled convincingly.

Minutes later, they were outside, once Sophia had paid for her drinks, much to his dismay.

“I could’ve paid,” he reasoned.

“Oh you really didn’t,” Sophia insisted.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and grinned.

Andrew sensed something wrong.

She jabbed his feet with her heel.

“Ow!”

She then punched him so hard Andrew felt the wind go out of him.

She slammed him against a nearby wall.

“How are you so strong?!” He yelled, squirming.

The answer was that Sophia had been holding back all this time.

She wasn’t a fragile damsel-in-distress waiting to be saved, she wouldn’t sit idly by and do nothing when he catcalled her and eyed her skirt. It was disgusting. Purely disgusting.

She wouldn’t stand for it. Ever.

She pinned him against the wall.

She said in between slapping him repeatedly, “DON’T.”

“YOU,” she slapped him.

“EVER,” she slapped him once more.

“TREAT,” she slapped him again.

“A WOMAN,” blood spattered everywhere.

“THE WAY YOU JUST DID ME,” she finished it off with a hard punch to the face.

“You hear me?” Sophia asked as she wiped his blood off of her hand.

“YOU BITCH!” Andrew cried.

“And look what you did, you ruined my blouse,” Sophia said angrily.

“I’m leaving,” she spat, turning around before she halted.

She had one last thing to say to him.

“And one last thing,” she began, “If you ever thought we stood a chance, think again, dipshit.”

She glared at him, before glaring at him some more before she whirled around, and walked towards her car, leaving Andrew there half-conscious.

She opened the door and let herself in her ride back to the palace.

She shut the car door.

She pulled out her phone.

She scrolled through her contacts before she found the number she was looking for.

She dialed his number.

He picked up.

“Sophia?” She heard him ask in confusion as to why she was calling him.

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She crossed her legs.

She hung up from the call.

She looked down at her outfit – that of which had been ruined by Andrew.

Sophia groaned frustratedly, “I shouldn’t have worn a white blouse.”

There were blood splatters all over her white blouse.

She knew she wouldn’t get to her quarters without getting questioned.

She sighed exasperatedly. She had some explaining to do.

“This is what I get for standing up to a catcaller.”

“A ruined blouse,” Sophia said bitterly.

She ordered the chauffeur to not speak of this to anyone.

A short while later, she returned to the palace.

She nearly made it to her quarters before she heard someone exclaim, “IS THAT BLOOD?”

“Of course it is.”

“Just not mine,” she added, much to Nicholas’ relief.

Nicholas had a look of utter panic on his face.

What if she was lying?

What if she’d gotten into an accident?

“What the hell happened?” He asked.

“I put someone in their rightful place, ‘is all,” Sophia answered nonchalantly.

Nicholas was at a loss for words.

“I, uh, did you go out today?” He stuttered.

Sophia nodded, “Mhm.”

“S-so what happened?” Nicholas asked once more.

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly.

“That’s not your blood, right?” He continued bombarding her with questions.

“If this is your way of caring, there’s no need to care.”

“I’m fine, Nicholas. I’m fine.”

“It’s that catcaller who physically isn’t,” Sophia added.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to change into less…”

She gestured at herself, unable to finish her sentence.

“Right, so if you’ll excuse me,” she said rather cheerfully.

Nicholas began, “Wait–”

“Windsor–”

Sophia waved him goodbye before she shut the door behind her.