Sophia looked more elegant than those pretty girls of humble birth and more delicate than those fair ladies. Her appearance and figure were first-class, to begin with. After dressing up, she looked more stunning.

As Jim watched her slowly walking down the stairs, his deep eyes narrowed and darkened.

This brand really suited her. After all...

Heh.

As if something crossed his mind, his pupils contracted, his large hands clenched, and his slightly ardent eyes instantly turned cold.

He got up abruptly, strode to Sophia, and grabbed her slender wrist with his palm.

Sophia was taken aback, her wrist hurting from his grip and her brows furrowing. Before she could complain, she met his cold eyes and swallowed back the words at the tip of her tongue.

Wasn't insulting her the source of his happiness? So, what was the point of begging for mercy? It would only serve as another chance for him to hurt her.

"The dress suits you." Jim sized her up and curled up his lips to sneer.

Upon hearing that, Sophia raised her head for a glance at him. Her pretty eyes were emotionless and chilling like stagnant water.

Somehow, her cold gaze sent a pricking pain through his heart, and the pain was intense.

"Let's go." He unnaturally let go, looked away, turned around, and said in a muffled voice.

"Mm."

Sophia didn't argue but followed him quietly.

The black SUV was spacious. Including the driver, only three people were in the car, but she felt depressed probably because that man sat beside her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at him.

After they got in the car, he had been silently sitting in repose with his eyes closed. When he fell into sleep, the air about him subsided while his soft hair drooped in front of his eyes. The scene looked innocently beautiful.

For a moment, she had a flashback to seven years ago when he was still with her.

Back then, they would go to the back mountain on sunny days and enjoy the sunshine on the slope.

When the sun streamed down through the gaps of the trees, Jim would sit on the grass like this, and she would sit next to him. Silently they listened to the sound of the wind and the chirps of the birds.

Those good old days.

"Do I look good?"

Without her knowledge, Jim already opened his shiny eyes. In them, there was a hint of a smile and... tenderness that she believed was her hallucination.

He narrowed his eyes and looked sideways at her calmly.

Her heart skipped a beat. Sophia hurriedly snapped her gaze back and tucked her hair behind her ear with feigned nonchalance, "I... I didn't look at you. I..."

"What is this?" His voice turned cold and his big hand gripped her slender wrist before she could react.

"Ow..." She frowned and felt a pricking pain from her wrist that was bruised from his last grip.

"Caused by... me?" His eyes went dim as he asked with hindsight.

"It's okay." Sophia hurriedly pushed him away and shook her head.

"Don't move!" He knitted his eyebrows and held her wrist in his palm by force. Before her astonished eyes, he looked guilty and gently blew air to it.

"Still hurts?"