Chapter 25: She Was Really Done For!
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The next morning, Willow woke up well-rested as usual, ready to start earning her first bucket of gold!
She was full of fighting spirit. She had just prepared all her painting supplies and was getting into the right mood when someone knocked on her door—urgently and forcefully.
The food was all in the fridge. Mrs. Wright should have already come by. Who could it be?
Willow walked cautiously to the door and peered through the peephole. It was Sophie, pacing back and forth in front of her door.
Willow let out a breath of relief. "Oh, you scared me. I thought it was someone else."
"Sophie? What are you doing here?" Willow opened the door, but before she could finish her sentence—
"I'm done for. I'm so done for." Sophie's hair was a complete mess from her pulling at it, and her clothes were all crooked as she rushed into Willow's apartment.
"Sophie, calm down. Sit down and tell me what happened." Willow poured her a glass of water.
Sophie took it and downed the whole thing in one go.
Then she turned around, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips trembling, and burst into tears.
"What's wrong? Say something!" Willow was startled.
She wasn't bullied, was she? Willow's heart clenched tightly as she asked anxiously.
"I'm done for, Little Willow!! My brother is going to kill me!" Sophie grabbed a tissue and blew her nose hard.
"What is it? You're driving me crazy with worry!" Willow was getting anxious too, her expression serious.
"I... I accidentally... slept with Dr. Harrington last night," Sophie said, scratching her head in frustration.
"Oh~ you scared me. I thought you were... Wait, WHAT?!" Hearing that she hadn't been bullied, Willow let out a huge sigh of relief.
The next second, she jumped up in shock.
No, wait, what? Was it Dr. Harrington who had been... taken advantage of?
"What did you say?" Willow's eyes went wide.
Who? Who slept with whom?
"Easy, easy." Sophie helped Willow sit down.
"What happened?" Willow looked at Sophie and asked.
"It's like this. Yesterday I went to a bar, had too much to drink, and happened to run into Dr. Harrington. Then, well, I was drunk... I don't even know how it happened, but somehow I ended up at a hotel with him, and then I..." Sophie scratched her head, struggling to find the right words.
"And then you two slept together?" Willow asked.
Sophie shook her head. "Not just that."
"Then I... forced myself on him..." Sophie said.
Willow's eyes nearly rolled back in her head. She took a deep breath, poured herself a glass of water. Don't get excited. Don't get excited.
"So not only did you sleep with him, but you... forced him?" Willow repeated.
Sophie nodded, deflated, and collapsed onto the table, playing dead.
Don't even talk about it anymore. The more she talked about it, the more she wanted to crawl into a hole.
Her temples throbbed, a painful reminder of her hangover.
She remembered yesterday. She had indeed forced herself on Dr. Harrington... She vaguely remembered him resisting, but what did she do?
She pushed Dr. Harrington onto the bed, tore open his shirt—yes, tore it open, because the buttons that popped off even hit Dr. Harrington in the eye. Then she... kissed him forcefully. After that...
So embarrassing!!! Sophie didn't want to continue recalling the details.
Anyway, she had forced herself on him!
"So as soon as I woke up, before he was awake, I ran," Sophie added.
Willow spat out the water in her mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
"Little Willow, be careful of the baby in your belly!" Sophie scolded her.
"You..." Willow stared at Sophie with wide eyes.
"Don't worry, Dr. Harrington doesn't know this address. He won't come over here," Sophie said, though she still walked to the door and locked it.
Right then, Sophie's phone rang.
"Oh no, it's Dr. Harrington!" Sophie's phone suddenly felt like a hot potato in her hand.
She turned it off, threw it away. Done in one smooth motion. Perfect.
"But you can't avoid him forever," Willow said with a headache.
"That's why I said I'm done for!" Sophie said dejectedly.
How could she face him? It felt like... sleeping with her own brother!
"Little Willow, why don't we run away together! We'll rely on each other from now on! We'll raise the child together!" Sophie grabbed Willow's hand sincerely.
The corner of Willow's mouth twitched. Thanks, but no thanks.
"Then... how do you feel about Dr. Harrington?" Willow asked curiously.
Sophie paused, didn't say anything, looking a little guilty.
"Deep down, do you actually like him?" Willow sensed something was off. Oh no, there was gossip here.
"I don't know. He's the same age as my brother. We basically grew up together. Ever since I was little, I've always thought of him as a brother. I never had any other thoughts. Yesterday I just had too much to drink," Sophie said after careful thought.
"So you don't have any feelings for him at all?" Willow asked again.
Feelings? Dr. Harrington was quite handsome, but his girlfriends never stopped coming.
And a rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its own burrow!
"I don't know. If it weren't for what happened yesterday, I would never have considered this," Sophie said honestly.
"Well, maybe you can start thinking about it now," Willow said, patting Sophie.
They were both single, the right age, the right family background, childhood sweethearts! Willow thought it was a perfect match!
"But I forced myself on him. Even if I'm willing, he might not be," Sophie continued.
"How do you know he's definitely not willing? You didn't even give him a chance to speak before you ran away," Willow said.
"Ah, I don't know, I don't dare face him!" Sophie said nervously, pacing back and forth in the living room.
"Sophie, stop. You're making me dizzy," Willow said quickly, peeling an orange and holding it under her nose, taking deep breaths.
"No, I can't stop. I'm thinking," Sophie shook her head.
Suddenly, she thought of something.
"Little Willow! We're best friends, right? Best sisters!" Sophie rushed in front of Willow and grabbed her hands.
"Ah... yes," Willow looked at Sophie, who was suddenly ten times closer, and nodded blankly.
"Then I have a favor to ask. Promise me!" Sophie clung to Willow's arm.
"What is it?" Willow asked.
"Promise me first!" Sophie said coquettishly.
"Alright, let go of me. Tell me," Willow said helplessly, rubbing her forehead.
"Next week, the Harrington family is hosting a dinner party, and my brother will be there. But Dr. Harrington asked me to be his date a long time ago. I can't not go. Please come with me! I don't want to face it alone! Please!" Sophie looked at Willow with her big, blinking doe eyes.
She looked like she would burst into tears if Willow didn't agree.
Willow hesitated, inexplicably thinking of that woman from the class reunion.
"Little Willow, just say yes, please. I promise we won't stay long. Just make an appearance!" Sophie clasped her hands together, pleading.
With Willow there, Sophie had essentially found herself a human shield. After all, whether it was Dr. Harrington or Adrian, as long as Willow was in front of her, neither of them would hit her, right? Sophie shrank her neck. So scary.
"Alright, I'll go with you," Willow nodded, letting out a sigh. She really didn't like these kinds of occasions.
Well, just treat it as going for the free food and drinks. Besides... Sophie said they wouldn't stay long.
"What are you going to do afterward? You can't run forever," Willow asked Sophie.
Afterward?
"Act like nothing happened!" Sophie nodded firmly.
She had just made a mistake that every woman in the world could make!
Willow looked at Sophie's phone, which had been turned off and tossed aside.
It probably... wasn't... that simple.
"Don't tell my brother! He'll definitely kill me! Keep it a secret, keep it a secret!" Sophie instructed Willow.
"One more thing," Sophie continued.
Go ahead, what could be more explosive than this?
Willow was thinking—people's capacity for shock really could be trained. She was terrifyingly resilient now.
"Can I stay at your place before the dinner party? Dr. Harrington knows all my addresses. I have nowhere to hide..." Sophie looked at Willow pitifully.
Willow sighed and nodded.
Hide for one day, and deal with it when she had no choice but to meet him.
Running away when things got tough was Sophie's life motto.
On the other side, looking at the call that had been hung up and then decisively turned off, Dr. Harrington felt like his blood vessels were about to burst.
Last night she had been so passionate, and this morning she slept with him and ran?
Turning against him and pretending not to know him??
Calm down... He couldn't calm down!
That little brat, slept with him and ran? It wasn't going to be that easy!!!
Dr. Harrington stood naked in the hotel room, fuming in helpless rage.
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