Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 967 - 963: Once a Heart Turns Cold, It’s Too Late to Mend
As she walked out of the room, the shy smile on Sophie Foster’s face vanished. She dropped her hand from her lips and let out a heavy sigh, with a hint of unresolved sadness on her youthful face.
Although the handsome man said that if she didn’t leave with him, he wouldn’t come back, even if they had slept together, they would still remain strangers.
Because some people are like the scenery that passes by, no matter how beautiful, they will never belong to you.
Everything from last night will just be a moment of indulgence, a gift for herself upon reaching adulthood.
...
Despite generously tipping Nicholas Croft two hundred bucks, Sophie Foster couldn’t bring herself to spend money on a cab. She washed her face in the hotel’s public restroom and took the bus straight to work distributing flyers.
She really wanted to go back to her rented room and sleep, but thinking about how standing on the street for a few hours could earn her fifty bucks, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to skip work.
Fifty bucks might not mean much to kids her age, since they have parents to take care of them, allowing them to attend school worry-free and buy little trinkets they like. But for her, it’s a significant amount.
During the toughest times, fifty bucks covered her living expenses for an entire week.
Since she had no one to rely on, she didn’t have the luxury to be lazy.
At noon, Sophie treated herself to a meal with rice and a chicken leg. After picking up her paycheck in the afternoon, she was too tired to cook dinner and fell asleep straight away after a shower once she got back to her rented room.
She went to the nightclub as usual in the evening to sing, and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she didn’t see Nicholas Croft.
In her heart, she always knew that once she slept with the handsome man, he wouldn’t pay attention to her anymore...
Meanwhile, in a private room at the Shang Mu Club, four men were playing cards at the table. Apart from Nathan Moore, who remained silent as always, the other three were full of energy.
"Second Brother, I heard your wife fainted in the hospital hallway, and it was the one where your mother-in-law works. So, any trouble from them?"
Evander Lancaster gossiped while playing cards. Nathan drew a card and played it, letting out a snort as he looked at Evander and retorted, "Trouble? Do you think parents willing to throw their daughter into a pit just to save their family company would cause trouble over something so minor?"
After Nathan spoke, Evander also snorted with laughter, "Second Brother, you’re really self-aware, even you know this place is a pit."
Nathan shot a cold glance at Evander, ignoring him further. Felix Shaw, intrigued but confused, quickly jumped into the gossip.
"Old Fourth, tell me what’s going on? How did that wicked woman end up fainting?" Because, in Nathan Moore’s eyes, Titus Zane was always synonymous with wicked women, Felix had also been subtly influenced.
Evander shot an impatient glance, "It’s not my woman, ask Second Brother yourself!"
Nathan didn’t speak, but before Felix could gossip further, Nicholas Croft already opened his mouth, casually glancing at his cards, "Nathan, don’t be too ruthless in your actions; women should be cared for."
Nathan played another card, "Depends on what kind of woman it is."
Though his face showed no emotion as he said this, Titus’s resentful and aggrieved look involuntarily flashed in his mind. He... slapped her, in the hospital. At that moment, he really lost control of his emotions. Actually, after that slap, the pain in his palm spread to his heart. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Nicholas also played a card and said lightly, "Nathan, don’t blame me for talking too much. Shared moments, deeper bonds; don’t wait for the hearts to grow cold. Once that happens, it might be too late to salvage things."
