Chapter 87
Meanwhile, Matilda was also brought over by the housekeeper.
She saw Hurley and Sophie talking, despite being filled with reluctance and humiliation, she couldn’t do anything at
the moment.
Sophie naturally felt Matilda’s gaze. She smirked and looked at Hurley.
“Since Mr. Hurley feels guilty, why not serve as my driver and take me home?”
Hurley, “…”
Sophie’s self–righteous tone in giving orders made Matilda inexplicably feel a sense of familiarity.
It’s just too much like his son!
More precisely, it was reminiscent of the second personality, ‘Jake,‘ who had been giving him orders these past few days.
“If you’re unwilling, then step aside!”
Sophie’s voice was loud enough for Matilda, who had just come out, to naturally hear.
She was furious that Sophie actually made Hurley a driver and spoke so self–righteously. Who did she think she was ordering around?!
There’s no one in this world who can order Hurley around, and Hurley would never act as a driver for anyone.
Not even she had ever ridden in a car driven by Hurley!
The only one who might have ridden in one in this world was probably that fool!
With such an unreasonable demand, Hurley would definitely be angry and then fiercely reprimand Sophie.
Matilda had been eagerly anticipating a spectacle, and then she heard Hurley’s slightly cold voice, “Get down.”
Calling Sophie to get down surely meant he was going to throw her out of the Walton family Manor!
However, the next moment, Matilda’s eyes widened.
After Sophie got out of the driver’s seat, Hurley got in, appearing willingly to act as a driver for someone else.
Sophie went to pull the back seat door, only to realize it was locked by Hurley.
Sophie, “?”
Hurley said, “I can give you a ride, but I am not a driver.”
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Chapter 87
In other words, if Sophie wanted to ride, she could only sit in the passenger seat.
Sophie didn’t mind. Her goal was to order Hurley around and annoy Matilda, so it suited her purpose.
Sophie sat in the driver’s seat and waved to Matilda as she came out, saying, “Goodbye, Miss Matilda.”
Matilda almost choked on her own breath. What was Sophie so pleased about? This matter wasn’t over yet!
“Where to?” Hurley started the car and asked.
Sophie provided an address.
Inside the car, Sophie gazed at the side profile of Hurley.
At twenty–seven this year, Hurley had passed the youthful exuberance of his teenage years. He had matured significantly, exuding a decisive and assertive aura, seemingly becoming even more formidable and difficult to provoke.
Time hadn’t left too many traces on his face; he remained as handsome as ever. Just like five years ago, he was extraordinarily good–looking.
If this face wasn’t so handsome, how could I have been so foolishly infatuated back then?
“Miss Sophie, looking at me with such eyes makes it hard for me not to misunderstand if you have any feelings toward me,” Hurley spoke first.
Sophie’s gaze was intensely captivating, difficult for anyone to ignore. But why was Sophie looking at him with such a complex expression?
“Mr. Hurley, how many children do you have?”
Hurley paused for a moment before speaking, “Three.”
“Three? Triplets? The one named Stephen, is he also your son?” Sophie tried to muster a smile, making her expression appear more natural.
With Hurley’s current family of five, they must be very happy now. He probably wouldn’t even remember his former wife.
Hurley didn’t speak. Sophie continued, “Were they all born with Matilda?”
“Miss Sophie, didn’t you say you wanted to call off the engagement? Why are you suddenly paying so much attention to my life?” He glanced at Sophie through the rearview mirror, his lips lightly parting. “Or is it that Miss Sophie’s past actions were just a strategy to make me want what I couldn’t have?”
“Ha,” scoffed Sophie, “Hurley, you’re not suggesting that I intentionally seek your attention, are you?”
