Chapter 354 Why Do You Look So Much Like That Bad Woman?
"Shut up!" Seb snapped, totally fed up. He snatched Randy's phone and dialed Sophie's number.
As soon as the call connected, Seb rattled off the bar and room number, then hung up and stormed out. If he stayed any longer, Randy would drive him nuts.
On the other end, Sophie barely had time to say hello before the call ended. She tried calling back, but no one picked up.
She kept trying, but still no answer. Biting her lip, she wondered if she should go over.
After five minutes of debating, Sophie finally got up, changed, and headed out.
Just as she opened the door, she found Maria standing there with a cup of milk, about to knock.
Seeing Sophie dressed, Maria looked confused. "Sophie, it's so late. Are you going out?" Maria asked.
Sophie looked a bit uneasy. "Yeah, Sharon said she needed to talk to me and asked me to come over," she replied.
Maria frowned. "What could be so urgent that it can't wait until tomorrow?"
"I don't know either, Mom. Please don't ask. I'll be back before midnight," Sophie said, brushing past Maria and leaving.
Watching her rush off, Maria sighed, wondering what could be so urgent for Sophie.
By the time Sophie got to the bar, half an hour had passed.
She walked into the room but didn't see Seb. Instead, she found Randy hugging a table corner, muttering to himself.
She squatted down next to Randy and finally made out what he was saying.
"It's just a blind date, right? Who can't go on a blind date? Uncle Seb, set me up on a blind date tomorrow. Last time I visited your company, I saw a lot of pretty girls. Several of them are my type," Randy mumbled.
"What type do you like?" Sophie asked gently.
"I like..." Randy started, then suddenly realized something was off. He looked up at Sophie and frowned. "Why do you look so much like that bad woman? Get out. Bring someone else in."
Sophie stayed silent.
"What kind do you want?" she asked again.
"Not someone who's pretty, not someone with a mole by their eye, and definitely not someone with red-dyed hair. And most importantly, she has to like me!" Randy slurred.
Looking at Randy's drunken face, Sophie was at a loss for words. Randy was describing her.
But she didn't plan to argue with a drunk person. She reached out to help Randy up. "Come on. I'll take you home," she said.
Randy stared at the slender hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then instinctively grabbed it.
Just as Sophie was about to pull Randy up, she felt a strong tug, and she fell towards him.
She collided with Randy, catching a whiff of the pleasant scent of bellflowers on him.
"Randy, what are you..." Sophie started, but before she could finish, Randy grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard.
Sophie tried to push him away, but it was no use.
The clear scent of alcohol from him made Sophie feel a bit drunk herself, and her resistance gradually weakened.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a server's voice came from the doorway. "Mr. Smith, do you need..."
The server hadn't finished speaking when they saw the two people on the floor, locked in a tight embrace and kissing.
The server was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. "I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I didn't know... I'll leave you two alone," the server said, quickly turning and leaving, closing the door behind them.
The interruption snapped Sophie back to reality. She quickly pushed Randy away and stood up, her cheeks burning.
"Randy, I'm warning you, if you keep this up, I won't help you anymore!" Sophie said firmly.
Randy looked at her, confused, like he couldn't remember what had just happened. "Who are you?" he asked.
Sophie stayed silent.
He had just kissed her, and now he didn't recognize her?
But now it wasn't the time to dwell on that. She needed to figure out how to get Randy home.
After a moment of thought, Sophie called for a ride service and helped Randy into the car with the driver.
Luckily, after the earlier incident, Randy seemed exhausted and fell asleep quietly without causing any more trouble.
After securing Randy in the back seat and fastening his seatbelt, Sophie gave the driver the address. "There are people at his place. Just ring the doorbell, and they'll come out to get him."
The driver nodded. "Got it."
Watching the driver start the car and leave, Sophie turned and headed home.
The next morning, Randy woke up with a pounding headache.
He rubbed his temples, slowly sat up, and realized he was in his bedroom. How did he get home?
His last memory was drinking with Seb at the bar, then getting drunk and tearfully clutching Seb's leg. After that, he vaguely remembered seeing Sophie. But that must have been an illusion. Sophie was too heartless to come to the bar to find him.
This thought darkened Randy's expression. It must have been Seb who brought him home.
After getting up and washing up, Randy called Seb while having breakfast. "Uncle Seb, when did you bring me home last night? I was completely out of it," he asked.
"I didn't bring you home," Seb replied.
"It wasn't you? Then who did?" Randy questioned.
Before he could finish, the call was disconnected.
Randy was silent.
He checked his call history and found that he had called Sophie once around ten o'clock, and she had called back several times, but he hadn't answered.
No way. Was last night not an illusion? Did Sophie really come to the bar to find him?
As this thought crossed his mind, a hint of joy appeared in Randy's eyes. He was about to call Sophie when he remembered the harsh words she had said to him after the auction, and his smile faded.
Sophie had refused him so bluntly that day, and now he was indulging in wishful thinking over a phone call. It was almost laughable. If he called, she would definitely laugh at him.
With that thought, Randy took a deep breath and decided not to call Sophie.
Meanwhile, Sophie had just woken up when Maria started talking to her about today's blind date.
Maria talked for a while, then noticed Sophie wasn't responding. She looked up to see Sophie daydreaming and couldn't help but frown, feeling a bit displeased.
"Sophie, what's wrong with you? You've been distracted all morning," Maria said.
Sophie snapped back to reality, meeting Maria's displeased gaze. She shook her head. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night. What were you saying?"
"This time your blind date, Mr. Carr, has an overseas education just like you. You two should have plenty to talk about. He has arranged to meet you at the racetrack today, so do make a good impression." Maria explained.
Sophie frowned. "Who goes on a blind date at a racetrack?"
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