Chapter 5 Doesn't It Make You Feel Sick?
A tall, slender figure appeared at the doorway.
Everyone turned to look, and Philip was walking towards Sophia.
Seeing him approach, Sophia felt a wave of anxiety.
She had hoped he wouldn't show up. Why was he suddenly at the wedding?
Unless he had been here all along!
He must have seen her being humiliated and gossiped about earlier.
Yet he stayed hidden, just to watch her suffer!
Sophia took a half step back. He was truly dangerous!
"Philip? Are you really planning to marry Sophia?" Lyric stood frozen, staring at Philip in disbelief.
Philip didn't respond, his scrutinizing eyes fixed on Sophia, searching for any sign of her distress.
"Of course, I'm marrying her. After all, Sophia and I are in true love."
As he said this, Sophia felt as if a venomous snake had wrapped around her neck, making it hard to breathe.
She was nothing more than a caged bird to him, a plaything without a voice.
She tried to gauge Philip's intentions, glancing at the stern-faced Rhea out of the corner of her eye.
The Mitchell family was indeed as mysterious as the rumors suggested.
"Exactly," Sophia replied softly, not daring to say more. Suddenly, Philip grabbed her wrist.
Without the barrier of gloves, his cold hand on her warm one made her jump.
How could a normal person's hand be so cold?
"Don't we have a wedding to proceed? What are we waiting for?"
As he spoke, his gaze never left Sophia.
The officiant, startled, quickly recited the remaining words. Throughout the ceremony, Sophia was on edge, fearing Philip might do something inappropriate.
"Now, please exchange rings, and I announce you husband and wife."
Sophia reached out to complete the final part of the ceremony, feeling Philip's malicious gaze.
"Honey, is something wrong?"
"Calling me that, doesn't it make you feel sick?"
His sudden change in attitude stunned Sophia. What was he planning?
Philip grabbed her hand and forcefully slid the ring onto her finger, leaving a red mark.
"Love me? That's a convenient excuse."
Outside, fireworks boomed, drowning out his voice. Only Sophia could hear his words.
"Sophia, you're just a tool for producing an heir. Looking forward to the next nine months?"
He whispered, then stepped back, creating distance.
"Now that the wedding is over, it seems there's nothing more to do here."
Philip turned and left, while Sophia's face turned pale.
Remembering his past actions towards her, she broke out in a cold sweat. What was this madman planning next?
After the wedding, Sophia was sent back to her previous residence. Before leaving, Rhea gave her a few stern warnings.
"You're a smart girl. You know what to say and what not to say."
"Give birth to the child, and the Mitchell family won't treat you poorly."
Sophia's mind replayed Rhea's words over and over during the ride.
She looked down at her belly, where a new life was growing. If not for the baby, she might have already met a tragic end.
"I don't know if bringing you into this world is right or wrong."
Meanwhile, Philip left the Mitchell Villa and headed straight to his pool hall.
He found a VIP room and started playing pool to blow off some steam.
"Mr. Mitchell, I've wrapped up the investigation. Turns out Sophia was set up by her uncle, Chase. She's really a victim, just like she said."
"But considering they're family, it might be a scheme to get your sympathy and secretly help the Brown Group dodge bankruptcy."
The speaker was Walter Wood, Philip's go-to guy for handling the dirty work.
Walter's analysis was spot-on, laying out all the angles.
"The Brown family, huh? Interesting."
Philip muttered, then sank a ball into the pocket.
"What about the people who were chasing her?" Philip asked.
Walter patted his chest, grinning.
"They're all taken care of. They were useless, and everyone told the same story under interrogation."
"They said Sophia is crazy, and Chase had her watched to keep her from causing trouble."
Philip found this explanation laughable.
Seeing his silence, Walter boldly asked, "Should we take care of Chase, too?"
"What's the rush? The show's just getting started. The main event is yet to come. I want to see how Chase wants to play his cards."
As Philip spoke, the door opened, and a young girl in a skimpy outfit entered, carrying a fruit platter.
She looked around, seeing only the two of them, and approached the pool table with a feigned innocence.
"I'm Fallon, the new pool assistant. Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Wood, I'm new here and not familiar with things. Could you give me some pointers?"
She batted her big, bright eyes, her makeup making her look very pretty.
Walter glanced nervously at Philip, who continued playing pool without a word.
"If you need anything, go find the manager. Mr. Mitchell has other matters to attend to."
Despite this, Fallon didn't back down and walked straight to Philip.
Her low-cut top revealed everything as she bent over.
"Mr. Mitchell, you need to play like this. Lower your body, steady your hand, and you'll hit the ball better and farther."
"How about I teach you?"
As she spoke, Fallon reached for Philip's hand, leaning closer. If Philip didn't move, she would have ended up in his arms.
However, she missed her mark and looked up to meet Philip's disgusted eyes.
"What's so fun about playing pool? Since you're here, why not find something more entertaining?"
Hearing this, Fallon blushed, thinking she had made the right choice by ignoring others' warning and sneaking in.
If she could get close to Philip, his pocket money would be enough for the rest of her life!
Fallon looked around coyly, her voice sweet.
"Mr. Mitchell, there are people around. How about we go somewhere more private..."
Walter stood by, not daring to breathe. Did Fallon have a death wish?
Fallon's hair was suddenly grabbed, and Philip, laughing maniacally, shoved her head towards the sink.
"Didn't you want to play? Come on!"
The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her. Fallon struggled to rise from the water, but Philip's strength was too much. Each time she was about to drown, he let her breathe again.
"I won't dare anymore! Mr. Mitchell, please forgive me!"
Fallon's makeup was ruined. Philip didn't even look at her as he threw a pile of money on the floor.
"Get out."