Sophie was very proud and had a sense of satisfaction and superiority.
That feeling of scanting herself in food and clothes made her want to cry.
Every day, she was immersed in pain. She also longed to be back and live a superior life.
Sophie still felt that it was like a dream now. But she kept telling herself inside that she was really back.
She came back with her own efforts. She was still Sky's wife.
But if it were not for Rose, how would she have gone through so much and even been abandoned by
the Linder family and the Tanner family!
So, Rose should not have existed in this world long ago. She was too soft-hearted back then. She had
thought that as long as Rose left City H, she would not pose a threat to her. If she had known it would
be like this, she should have killed Rose in City Y.
A look of sinister flashed across Sophie's face. She walked towards the shower and turned it on. Water
fell with a crash.
Then she took out the cell phone she had with her and called Timothy. When Timothy saw that it was
her, he quickly picked it up, "Sophie, how are you doing there? What should we do next?"
"I have not yet negotiated. You must guard there and not leave, watch Rose, otherwise we will have no
leverage." Sophie coaxed Timothy.
"It has been so long. Will he agree?" Timothy frowned, "It seems that he doesn't care so much about
Rose, but more about the money."
"He definitely will think it over. After all, once he agrees, he will have nothing." Sophie sighed.
"Then what should we do? I'm afraid something will happen if we delay like this." Timothy looked at the
time. It had been over an hour since he had kidnapped Rose here.
If Rose's family found out she hadn't come home in the early morning, they would be suspicious. What
if they called the police?
He didn't want to go to jail, "Sophie, can you hurry up?"
"I can't help it if he doesn't agree." Sophie was helpless, "Maybe we're not ruthless enough."
"So what's to be done?" Timothy glanced at Rose, who was tied and hadn't awakened.
At this time, Rose's head moved slightly. It seemed that she was waking up.
Timothy immediately put on his hat and mask to hide his appearance from Rose.
"She's waking up." Timothy lowered his voice.
"Then you can be ruthless. Find some cardboard boxes and branches or something. Light them around
Rose and pretend that you are going to burn her to death to force her. See if she can still insist."
Sophie gave Timothy such an idea.
"OK." Timothy listened to Sophie, "I'll send you photos when it's done."
"Okay." Sophie then ended the call with Timothy.
After waiting for a while, Timothy sent her the photos and Sophie smiled with satisfaction.
She changed another number and dialed a number, "Is it the police? My lady has been kidnapped...
Her name is Rose. The man wants money, or he will burn my lady to death. The place where the
money is paid seems to be the forest on the other side of a mountain. Please go and find out if ... this
news is true."
After calling the police, Sophie was happy with her perfect plan.
She stripped and stepped into the bathtub and took a comfortable soak.
This was the life she should have, living like a princess.
After washing, she changed into clean and soft pajamas and came out, while Sky was smoking at the
balcony.
Sophie walked over to him. When Sky saw Sophie, he extinguished his cigarette, "You're pregnant.
The smell of smoke here is not good for you and the child."
"It's okay." Listening to these tender and thoughtful words, Sophie was moved and soft.
She went forward, opened her arms to hug Sky's waist, and leaned her head in his arms, "Sky, I'll be a
good wife in the future as I once was."
"OK." Sky just stroked her head, "It's late. Get some rest. I'm going to take a shower."
Sky let go of her, helped her into bed, and covered her with the blanket, "Get some rest. It's good for
the child."
Sophie nodded, her eyes filled with fascination and tenderness for him.
Sky just smiled gently and turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he came out, he had a thin blanket in his hand. Sophie was surprised.
"It is not convenient for you now. So, you sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa." Sky was
thoughtful.
"Why don't you stay with me?" Sophie was disappointed, "The bed is so big that it's enough for us to
sleep together. Besides, I want you to stay with me."
Sky hesitated, "Then you can't move around. Lie down."
"Alright." Seeing that Sky agreed, Sophie put on a bright smile.
She saw Sky walk to the right side of the bed, got on the bed, and lay down, "Okay. Let's sleep."
Sophie moved to him and leaned. Sky said, "You promised me not to move around."
"I want to lie in your arms." Sophie said and did so, "I'm not moving now."
Sky didn't say anything else and let her sleep in his arms.
Sophie closed her eyes and Sky turned off the lights, leaving the bedroom dark.
At the same time, Timothy looked at the burning cardboard boxes in front of Rose and thought that he
could make it this time.
Rose was awakened by the heat and smoke of the fire. She opened her eyes to see nothing but flames
and a man.
"Who are you?" she asked directly.
The man did not answer. In addition to the bright light over Rose's head, it was dark all around.
Besides, he was wearing a hat and a mask and standing a little far away. So, no matter how hard she
tried, she couldn't see who the man was.
Rose struggled twice. She was tied too tightly and could not break free at all.
"Who the hell are you? Why did you take me here?" Rose looked at the burning flames in front of her
and felt the heat, which seemed to be able to dissolve people.
She endured the uncomfortable burning sensation, "Whatever you want, I can give you. Please let me
go. I promise I won't tell anyone about what happened today and will act as if nothing happened,
okay?"
She didn't want to die yet. She still wanted to raise Doris, take care of Grandpa and Bright... She owed
Bright so much. The only thing she could do for him was be a good wife.
"No way." The man finally spoke and lowered his voice a lot.
Rose guessed that this man should be her acquaintance. He was afraid that she would tell his identity
from his voice. So, he lowered his voice while speaking.
And when she looked into his eye, he looked away and was guilty, not daring to meet her eyes.
She looked at him narrowly. The more she looked at him, the more she thought he looked like
someone she knew.
It was Timothy...
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