The Billionaire's Amnesiac Darling

Chapter 2: Do You Want to Make Up?

Avery paused for a moment, but in the end, couldn't hold back, "Honey, you can't keep fighting with James Wilson like this."

Sophia put the cup back, didn't respond, and closed her eyes to calculate the time.

A fight? Indeed, there was a fight. This time, she and James Wilson had a fierce argument, and it seemed they had been in a cold war for two months.

"James is not the James Wilson of the past," Avery tried to wake her up.

"He's changed his heart. He's fallen in love with Isabella Collins. Be clear-headed, he's not clean anymore. Why do you insist on choosing him?"

The truth was harsh, like the sharpest blade that could dig a b****y hole in a person's heart.

Sophia's head ached as if pricked by needles.

Indeed, James Wilson had loved her, passionately.

Indeed, James Wilson did not love her anymore. She had transformed from James's rib to a chicken bone that gets stuck in the throat, tasteless to eat, but unable to discard.

Isabella Collins.

Sophia detested this name, especially unwilling to mention it, but the fact was that this woman named Isabella Collins had become James's second rib.

Why insist on hanging on James?

Of course, it was because she was unwilling, after waiting for so many years, she was finally about to wait for their wedding. After all, she had loved.

Moreover, they were engaged, and the wedding was in three months after the New Year. The invitations had all been sent out.

Everyone knew she was getting married. If she gave up now, where would she put her face?

Well, she had thick skin, she could afford to lose face, but she was still unwilling.

Unwilling to give up just like that, unwilling to let Isabella, that white-eyed wolf, get the better of her.

But what could she do with her unwillingness?

James said she had become a hedgehog, and she indeed was a hedgehog.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be for long, her spines were being pulled out one by one by James, her armor was gone, leaving only b****y holes.

When the last spine on her body was gone, how could she survive?

...

As Mrs. Abigail had said, Sophia received a call from James.

"It's your sister's birthday. Aunt Abigail wants us to come together. Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Sophia had just taken a shower and was walking towards the cloakroom with her phone, "Aren't you ignoring me? So is this a reconciliation?"

James paused, then countered, "Do you want to reconcile?"

Sophia heard his condescending and unyielding tone and knew that once this topic was brought up, they would argue again. She didn't want to argue over the phone.

"The apartment."

As night fell, the gray clouds hovered in the sky, the heavy pressure making it hard to breathe.

A black sedan was parked by the roadside, and James was leaning against the door, smoking.

Sophia walked over in high heels, her waist swaying gracefully, her clear eyes glancing at the several cigarette butts by his feet, and she asked with a smile.

"Getting impatient waiting?"

James didn't approach, waiting for her to come over, his gaze falling on her neither lightly nor heavily, and he perfunctorily replied.

"No."

Actually, he was impatient. He had been waiting for almost an hour, and if she was five minutes later, he would have left.

James knew he had changed. In the past, let alone an hour, even if Sophia was late for a day, he would wait for her, no matter how long it would take.

Now, he was impatient with her, only able to tolerate an hour.

Many people said that whoever could marry Sophia would be blessed.

Firstly, Sophia was beautiful, a real beauty.

James agreed with this, because Sophia was indeed beautiful. In terms of appearance, she was the type of vase that many men liked, with a hot figure, flirtatious eyes, fair cheeks as soft as water, and captivating eyes with a unique charm.

Even with light makeup, she was bright and beautiful.

For example, at this moment, she was wearing a low-key luxury brand, not ostentatious, others would look proper in it, but she looked charming and unique, a pure and noble style of desire.

Standing tall, she walked with the grace of a proud princess.

Such a beautiful woman would definitely be a face-saver to take out. Moreover, Sophia came from a good family, the daughter of a real estate tycoon, a noble lady, marrying her would be both face-saving and wealthy.

This blessing fell on James.

Sophia was his fiancée.

Unfortunately, he didn't care about the money. No matter how good the Parker family was, it couldn't compare with the Wilson family. He was the young master of the Wilson family, and he was never short of money. Sophia marrying him was considered a high match.

As for the face, Sophia was indeed to his aesthetic, but even a blooming red rose would become boring after having it for too long. Just like delicacies, after a long time, they would become tasteless.

Their mutual friends advised him.

"James, don't be foolish, in this world, no one loves you more than Sophia. If you drive her away, you will regret it."

Sophia loved him, he knew.

He had also loved Sophia, loved her passionately at first, but later, the love became dull and boring, with an unacknowledged... grievance.

Now, he fell in love with Isabella Collins, a woman whose life was like a w**d, yet tenacious and resilient.

The friend advised again.

"James, be clear-headed, you have loved Sophia for so many years, it's impossible to suddenly fall in love with someone else.

"It must be an illusion, you are just temporarily confused, in fact, you still love Sophia in your heart."

Is it an illusion?

He didn't know, and what does it matter? Now, in his heart, Isabella was indeed more important than Sophia.

...

On the way to the Parker family's old house, James mentioned the cold war between the two and repeated the question from the phone.

"Do you want to reconcile?"

Reconcile?

Of course, she wanted to reconcile, but—

Sophia turned to look at him, "Sure, as long as you fire Isabella, I will never argue with you again."

Isabella, James's secretary.

When Sophia found out that James was not ordinary with Isabella, she asked James to fire her.

James refused, saying that Isabella was outstanding and had no reason to be fired.

At that time, she was more anxious about how to save James, thinking that James was just angry because she had been away for too long, thinking that James was just angry with her.

She never believed that even James would abandon her.

Until two months ago, when she saw the two downstairs in James's apartment building, their intertwined hands and lingering good morning kiss hurt her.

James's later confession was more like a charity, like a hand from hell tearing her internal organs apart.

He said, "Sophia, I don't want to hide it from you, I fell in love with Isabella. Of course, the Wilson family will not recognize her, so you can rest assured, I will still marry you, and the wedding will proceed as planned."