Millionaire In Love With Me

It wasn’t that she was in a hurry to get out of the hospital, but she didn’t want to face Dixon.

Especially since he was keeping watch over her at the moment and never leaving, which in turn made Sophie feel extraordinarily uncomfortable.

“Rest well, I’ll come to see you later.”

Perhaps sensing Sophie’s restraint, Dixon got up and said, “I have some business to attend to first, so I’m leaving.”

Sophie looked at him, bit her lip, and said woodenly, “Oh.”

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Dixon looked at her reluctantly, turned around and walked to the door of the ward, pushed the door open and walked out.

When he closed the door, his movement stalled, his eyes once again fell on the woman in the hospital bed, looked at her for a few seconds, and said, “Sophie, don’t run away again, I will really get angry.”

It sounded gentle, but Sophie could feel the threat in Dixon’s words.

He was threatening her, not letting her go.

Sophie didn’t say anything, and Dixon closed the door without giving her a chance to speak.

Listening to the sound of footsteps outside the door, Sophie’s nervous heart eased down and she breathed a long sigh of relief, her tense heart eased.

Not long after, the door of the ward once again pushed open.

Sophie subconsciously tilted her head to look, and found that the person who came in was Margarita Jones, the panic on her face suddenly dissipated.

She thought it was Dixon who came in.

“Sister Margarita.” Sophie smiled at Margarita Jones, “Thank you.”

People are sometimes tangled.

Like the current Sophie.

She felt that she and Dixon were going through a rough patch and a bad fate, but when she thought of Vivian, Margarita Jones, Mandy and Ivan, she felt that there was still a glimmer of color in her bleak life.

“You’re too polite to me.”

Margarita Jones smiled, sitting in the escort chair, arms around her chest, crossing her legs, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, thank you Margarita for your concern.”

“Gee, I told you not to be so polite with me.” Margarita Jones waved her hand and changed the subject, “Very impressive, triplets. that Dixon kid is really lucky.”

She mentioned the name ‘Dixon’ and suddenly realized that Sophie’s face looked a little off and realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Margarita Jones changed the subject once again, “Is there a triplet gene in your family?”

“I heard my mother say that my grandmother was pregnant with triplets, is it considered intergenerational?” Sophie smiled lightly.

“It should be.”

The two sat in the hospital room talking, Margarita Jones taking the opportunity to cheer Sophie up every now and then, staying by her side.

On the other hand, Vivian and Trent Stone both went to the office to work overnight to take care of things.

As for Larissa, Dixon did not leave her alone.

Creak –

In the basement, the rusty door opened with a creaking sound that was especially seepy in the dark.

The unconscious Larissa had woken up two hours ago, and seeing that she was in the dark, she cried out at the top of her lungs, begging for help, knowing the desperation of what it means to ‘scream for the sky and not the earth’.

The door opened, a ray of white light came in, stinging Larissa’s eyes could not open.

She raised her fingers in front of her eyes to block the blinding light, squinting between them to see who was coming.

It was Dixon.

“Oooh … Dixon? Dixon, you’re here to take me out aren’t you?”

When she saw Dixon appear, Larissa cried out with a cry, aggrieved like a child.

She had obviously forgotten who had put her in the basement.

Snap.

The room’s lights came on, illuminating the dark, borderless room as bright as day.

Larissa looked around, saw everything around her, and was so frightened that she backed up, curled up and screamed one after another.