The Rebirth Of SOPHIA GREEN - Chapter 229

She was about to change the channel when she saw Albert come out in a short sleeve. The white cotton shirt was very close to his body, showing the lines of his abdominal muscles.

“Why did you change the short sleeves?” Sophia asked.

Albert walked to her and sat down on the sofa next to her. “It’s so warm here. I felt hotter after lunch, and I was sweating. So, I took a shower and changed my clothes.”

Sitting next to him, Sophia smelt the smell of Jasmine on him. She had been into Jasmine, and her bath lotion was with this scent.

She had an impulse to get close to him.

She pinched her thigh hard to stop the thinking. She and Albert had been friends for so many years, and she couldn’t hurt him with her “lust”!

She couldn’t be a monster.

“Well, I need to take a nap.” Sophia got up. “I’ll go to the guest room.”

Albert looked up at her and smiled, “Yeah. Take a good rest.”

Sophia didn’t look at him. She picked up the phone on the table, turned and fled to the guest room, and closed the door.

Why didn’t she find that Albert was toxic?

There were guest rooms in Jasmine’s house, and the domestic worker often cleaned them. Sophia visited this house several times and was familiar with it. She didn’t have to tell her that she wanted to use the guest room with Jasmine’s relationship. Besides, Jasmine might not want to hear such trifles at this point.

Lying on the bed, she picked up the phone and wanted to read something to distract her attention. Holding the phone, she felt something strange. Why was there a photo of her on the desktop?

She didn’t remember having this picture on her phone. When was it taken?

Was her phone hacked? She wondered.

She also noticed that the icons also changed, unlike the ones she used before. She clicked on the photo album; then, she was stunned.

The view in the picture looked familiar. It was the tropical botanical garden they visited on the island.

But there was her in each of these photos, even if it was just a view of her back.

It suddenly occurred to her that Albert had been shooting with his cell phone the last time they were in the botanical garden.

Was it his phone?

She had never paid attention to Albert’s phone. She thought about it. Her phone was from Albert. And his phone seemed to be the same brand.

She must have picked up the wrong phone out of sheer desperation.

But why did he take pictures of her and use one as the desktop?

Was it because she had a place in his heart?

Sophia remembered that people used to joke on her and Albert. Did Albert really get into her?

She put away the phone. After all, it was not good to check someone else’s phone. She would not turn it on unless she mistook it as her phone.

She walked back to the living room to return the phone but didn’t see Albert. She put the phone back where it was and then saw her phone lying in the corner of the table. She took it up and went back to the room.

Her heart thumped as if she had found something terrible.

She forced herself to calm down and told herself that she might have overthought, and she and Albert didn’t match.

If Albert didn’t love her, it would only be her wishful thinking. That would be embarrassing.

She picked up the phone and read the news on it to distract her attention and calm her mood.

It was Christmas. The messages on the Internet were about Christmas. Several hot searches were about this, but one message attracted her attention.

“Merry Christmas, everyone! Twelve episodes are over, and the final will be after Christmas. Fourteen contestants will be in the final. Also, two more players will be voted on by the audience and enter the final. You know, there are a lot of powerful players in this season. Some just had bad luck and met a stronger opponent so that they could not win and enter the final. Who do you feel sorry for? Just vote for him or her. The two with the most votes can enter the final,” said the Super Quiz.

If it hadn’t been for the news, Sophia would have forgotten she was on the show.

She checked the voting and saw tens of thousands of votes. The one that got the most votes was a name she knew well.

It was from Charles Smith.

Many people supported him.

“I felt pity for Charles. He was better than Molly, the winner. But Sophia was in the audience. She helped Molly with three questions. Otherwise, the winner must be Charles.”

“I voted for Charles. I felt sorry for him. Oh, poor boy. He shouldn’t compete with Sophia’s friend. Well, the most important thing is that… he’s cute. Yeah, you’re right. I’m just such a shallow person.”

“It has to be Charles. I watched that episode and… laughed. Sophia’s invincible! It’s a real blessing to have such a friend.”

There was, of course, a different view.

“Are you sure to resurrect Charles? He will face Sophia in the final. Sophia kicked his ass as an audience then. Then on the stage… If I were Charles, I wouldn’t want to be resurrected.”

“Yeah. Why bother?”

“I’m a fan of Sophia. To put it unkindly, Charles is better not come.”

Sophia met Charles at school once before the break but didn’t talk to him. After that, she just forgot about him.

She thought the comment was right. Why would he bother to resurrect? Did he think it was not enough to be abused?

Sophia hated Charles because he did terrible things to that Sophia. Now that she would get a chance to abuse him again, she didn’t mind catching it.

***

She rested in the guest room for a while. She was not sleepy but didn’t want to go out. If she met Albert, she would think.

After a long time on the microblog, she got up and went to the bathroom. She poked her head out. Good, Albert was not there.. Then she slipped into the bathroom like a thief.