Chapter 149

“Colby, you...”

James was about to say something more when Colby interrupted from the other end of the phone, “Looks like Sophie just woke up. Mr. Burke, you better see to Nichole first. Let’s leave it at that.”

Colby hung up the call.

James' face darkened, his hand gripping the phone turning pale with tension.

“Mr. James...” The security guard by his side couldn’t help but interject, “Maybe another day?”

James shot the guard a cold look, silencing him immediately.

Meanwhile, Sophie, groggy and disoriented, woke up from her bed and rubbed her eyes, asking in confusion, “Was there a phone call just now?”

Colby picked up the newspaper again and said indifferently, “No, you were dreaming.”

Sophie was puzzled. She was sure she had heard the phone ring while she was asleep. Could it have been a dream?

Rubbing her forehead, Sophie reached for her cellphone by the bed, only to see a missed call from James on the screen.

Sophie frowned. James had called?

Just then, Jenna came bustling out of the kitchen with a tray of food, calling out, “Sophie, breakfast is ready!”

“Okay.” Sophie set her phone aside.

The next day, a lawyer sent Sophie the draft divorce agreement, and in the evening, Sophie made a special trip back to the Burke family estate.

Marian, seeing Sophie return, greeted her joyously, “Madam! You’re back.”

Noticing the bruises on Sophie’s body, Marian exclaimed in shock, “Madam, what happened to you?”

“Where’s James?”

“Sir, he—”

Before Marian could finish, James had already come downstairs.

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She walked into the living room and said to Marian, “Marian, I need to speak with James privately. Please go tidy up the yard.”

“Yes, Madam.” Marian looked worriedly at Sophie, then at James.

James sat at the dining table, eating his dinner without a change in expression, not once looking at Sophie.

Sophie placed the divorce agreement from her bag in front of James. “This is the divorce agreement drafted by my lawyer. Please sign it.”

James paused, his hand holding the fork freezing in place. He looked up, his gaze cold, “Divorce?”

Sophie’s expression remained neutral, “Yes, a divorce.”

James stood up and stepped closer to Sophie, his voice stern, “Who gave you the permission to draft a divorce agreement?”

“Since we both dislike each other, why are we forcing ourselves to stay together?”

“Dislike?” James seemed infuriated, veins throbbing on his forehead, “Sophie, wasn’t it you who followed me around every day, begging me to marry you?”

Mentioning the past, Sophie felt incredibly foolish, replying, “You said it yourself, that was in the past. If you don’t like me, why should I waste my time on you?”