Chapter 1379 - 1381: Liam Donald, Do You Like Me?

This drowsiness, since she woke up until now, has not improved.

Seeing her straightforward and cute actions, Liam chuckled repeatedly. He grabbed her hand, "Have a cup of tea later, and you’ll feel better."

Seeing Sophie Sullivan not listening, he added, "Don’t hit your head, you’ll get dumb."

Sophie giggled, her beautiful eyes swirling with light as she looked at his earnest and focused expression, "Do you believe in tales for kids?"

Tale for kids?

Isn’t her current action no different from a child’s?

Liam just smiled and didn’t say much.

He naturally was a man of few words, and Sophie was already used to it.

The decor inside the restaurant was to Sophie’s liking, clearly the manager had put a lot of thought into it.

Sophie rested her chin in one hand, lightly tapping her cheek with her fingertip, her lively beautiful eyes gazing thoughtfully at Liam.

Liam, who was cleaning his hands with a hot towel, was slightly taken aback when he met her gaze, "Is there something on my face?"

Sophie shook her head, squinting her eyes in confusion, curious in her heart, "Liam, do you like me?"

Why did she feel that Liam was... different from before?

In the past, even if she said ten sentences, he might not reply even once.

This truly matches the saying, what you can’t get is always the best.

Perhaps because Liam treated this Number One Beauty of hers indifferently and distantly, it sparked in Sophie an endless desire to conquer.

She was determined to win Liam over.

Liam lowered his head, frowning slightly in thought for a moment, the corner of his lips forming a pure, clean arc, "You are my fiancée, and besides, you are not annoying."

Hearing "fiancée" and "not annoying," Sophie didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

"If your fiancée wasn’t me, would you also fall for the woman who became your fiancée?"

"I don’t know," Liam answered honestly, "I never considered such a possibility."

Sophie looked defeated by him, "Then tell me, how do you feel about me now? You weren’t like this with me before."

Could it be because she came back this time, and became more beautiful?

Rubbing her cheek, Sophie couldn’t help but start feeling vain again.

When her face wasn’t healed yet, she saw him at the auction. Back then, he completely took the masked her as a stranger.

So... could this world really be about looks?

A faint smile appeared on Liam’s cold, handsome face, "The feeling is different."

"What kind of feeling?" Sophie widened her eyes, staring at him, insisting on getting a satisfactory answer.

The waiter served the dishes, interrupting the conversation between the two, and afterwards Liam deliberately or inadvertently avoided the topic.

He didn’t give a direct answer, and Sophie could do nothing about him.

At the end of the dinner, Liam sent her back to the Onassis Old Castle.

Inside the compartment, soothing light music was playing, clearly Liam’s style.

Indifferent, restrained, these were his labels.

She hesitated several times to speak, but retreated before every opportunity to open her mouth.

Liam seemed to have sensed something, "Cecilia, do you have something to say to me?"

"Liam, if I say, I want to dissolve the engagement, what do you think?" After saying this, she felt utterly drained and leaned weakly against the chair back.

Uttering this sentence meant saying goodbye to the former Cecilia and Liam.

Goodbye to her unrequited love, goodbye to her fiancé...

A surge of unspeakable sadness welled up inside her heart...