Drenched in Love

Chapter 95 I'm Not a Virgin

On the way back, Sophia had been trying to explain to Hazel, but Hazel gave an unpredictable smile,

“Sophia, I know everything, you don't have to explain to me.”

Sophia insisted on explaining, “Hazel, there is nothing between me and your brother. Your brother

wanted to give me an apple, and I didn't want to eat it, so I pushed his hand. I really have nothing to do

with you brother.”

Hazel nodded with a smile, “Ok, I see. There's nothing between you and my brother.” But that was

clearly not what the smile meant.

“It's really not like that, Hazel. I......”

“I know. It's not like that. There's nothing between you and my brother. It's just that my brother offered

you an apple, and you did not want it, and then you held my brother's hand. Am I right, Sophia?”

Sophia's face stiff: it is right, but your meaning was clearly wrong.

Sophia did not speak, and Hazel drove with a smile.

Sophia looked out of the window at the fast passing scenery and wrung her fingers: it seemed that she

had to find a chance to talk with Emmanuel. Some things were doomed to be impossible to have a Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

result, it had better not to start it.

Sophia intended to find an opportunity to talk with Emmanuel, but she did not expect this opportunity to

come so fast.

After work in the afternoon, Sophia drove back home. When she was passing by a square, she was

stopped by Emmanuel.

“Emmanuel, why are you here? Why did you come out like that with injuries?”

Emmanuel didn't just pass by. He'd been waiting for Sophia.

After Sophia left, Emmanuel had been thinking of her, her soft hand and her faint fragrance.

Emmanuel just wanted to see Sophia immediately and told her what he thought, so he drove out.

Emmanuel looked at her with a smile. After Sophia asked again, Emmanuel said, “I happened to pass

by and saw you, so I came to say a few words to you.” Emmanuel looked to the square. “Sophia, do

you have a minute now? Shall we have a walk?”

Sophia was in a hurry to go back, but seeing Emmanuel’s eyes with deep feelings, she nodded, “Ok.”

Sophia had something to tell him too. But walking in the setting sun in the square, two people did not

say a word, because they didn't know how to say.

In the center of the square, a little girl ran over and gave a bunch of rose into the hands of Sophia,

“Miss, this is for you.” Sophia holding the flower was confused. The little girl went to Emmanuel,

stretching out her hand, “Give money! A hundred!”

Sophia then realized what happened.

She once read the news on the Internet. Such little girls sold flowers in the square. And when they saw

a young man and woman walked together, they would rush to put the flowers into the hands of the

woman, and then asked money from the man. At such times, almost all men would pay.

Seeing that Emmanuel had taken out the wallet, Sophia gave back the flowered to the little girl and

stopped Emmanuel to pay, “I don't want the flowers. Emmanuel, don't give her any money.”

If Sophia had money of her own, she would buy the flowers, even all the flowers in the little girl's arms,

so that she could go home early. But now she had no money. She could not let Emmanuel buy her

flowers.

Emmanuel took Sophia's hand away and gave the money to the little girl. He then held Sophia's waist

to go forward, “Take it. The bunch of flowers is beautiful. It looks good on you.”

Sophia, “...” This sounded ambiguous, “Emmanuel...” Sophia wanted to speak but stopped.

Emmanuel saw that she had something to say. He looked up and saw a coffee shop in front of him, so

he pointed to it and said, “Let's go in.”

Sophia nodded.

In the coffee shop.

After the coffee was served, Emmanuel took a sip, looked at Sophia and said directly, “Sophia, you

should see that I like you and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Sophia did not expect Emmanuel would be so direct. She was slightly surprised and clenched the

handle of the coffee cup. “Emmanuel, I was once in prison.”

“I know. I don't care. I believe that even if you have done something wrong, it was not your intention.

Sophia, you are a kind-hearted girl. Even if you were in prison, you did not mean to make the mistake.”

Emmanuel's answer made Sophia feel warm in heart. He was the first person who understood her and

believed her for what had happened.

Sophia was happy, but she could not accept Emmanuel, “Emmanuel, I...I'm not a virgin. Do you

understand?”

Emmanuel was stunned. He did not expect Sophia to be so straightforward, although it was like a soft

excuse to reject him.

Emmanuel smiled and held out his hands. “I don't care. Sophia, I don't care. In today's society, it is very

open. It's common to get remarried after a divorce, let alone just have a boyfriend.”

Emmanuel looked at Sophia with a smile and laughed, “You are beautiful, if you had no boyfriend

before, it is abnormal.”

Sophia felt it was not funny and could not accept it. Especially at this moment, she could not help but

think of Vincent. A seven-year relationship was not something she could forget in a while.

Sophia bowed her head and drank coffee, covering up the acerbity of the tip of her nose. She hung her

head, weighing her words. “Emmanuel, I...” But she did not know what reason she could use to refuse

Emmanuel.

Sophia was not an indecisive people, if others confessed love to her, she would say she had no plan to

have a relationship recently. But Emmanuel was the one who would risk his life to save her.

Seeing that Sophia would like to say something but she didn’t, Emmanuel knew her thought, so he was

disappointed, but he still tried to cheer himself up. “Sophia, I know this is too sudden and informal. You

don't have to rush to give me the answer, I will give you time to think it over. I'm in no hurry.”

He was not in a hurry, but she was. Now the immediate problem could be solved, but what about the

future? If she did not intend to start the relationship, why gave him hope now?

The disappointment that followed the great hope was bitter, she knew that and she did not want

Emmanuel to suffer it.

“Emmanuel, I don't want a relationship right now.” Feeling that she wasn't being precise with her words,

she continued, “I'm not going to be in a relationship for the next few years. Emmanuel, I'm sorry.”