Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 440

Sophia glanced at Katherine and chuckled. Then, she diverted her gaze toward Claudius and said, "Mr. Lenoir, if we're all returning to the hotel, I'll be sharing a car with my friend. Let's meet at the hotel entrance."

Claudius stared at Sophia for a while. "See you later."

With that said, he left with his bodyguard.

Once Claudius was gone, Katherine hastily stepped out from the spot behind Sophia to say, "Soph, isn't he... isn't he Alexander?"

Sophia glimpsed at her. "I don't know."

After a pause, she prompted, "Let's go back to the hotel first."

Nevertheless, Katherine was still a little worried about Claudius. "I'd say Claudius isn't a simple man. We're not in Jadeborough, let alone in the country, so we'll have to keep our heads low even if anything happens. Why don't I get Joshua to accompany you later?"

"No, it's fine. I think he's only curious."

That piqued Katherine's interest. "What's he curious about?"

However, Sophia gave her no answer. "Let's go back first."

After all, she could not possibly tell Katherine that she had bit Claudius on his lip when she saw him the

night before, right?

Sophia had drunk a little the night before, and she lost control of herself when she saw Claudius' face, which looked extremely similar to Alexander's.

She had jumped to conclusions.

However, if Claudius had been living overseas the entire time, then he would just be someone who looked a lot like Alexander.

Sophia was drunk the night before, so she could not catch a good look at Claudius. Now that she was much more sober, she realized there were some differences between Claudius' face and Alexander's face.

Thus, after the solemn study of Claudius' face, Sophia no longer dared to be certain that Claudius was Alexander.

Katherine dropped the topic at Sophia's silence.

If Claudius was Alexander, that meant that Alexander was alive, and that was good news. However, Alexander's transformation into Claudius would not be a result of any simple event.

However, if Claudius was not Alexander, that would be hurtful news to Sophia.

Even though Katherine seemed like a rowdy person on most days, she was quite considerate and careful when it came to Sophia's matters.

A silent companion was what Sophia needed most at the moment.

The mall entrance had dedicated cars for hotel guests, and the two women quickly hailed one.

In no time, they were back at the hotel.

Once the car stopped, Sophia got out of the car and turned to Katherine. "Go ahead and have fun with Joshua. You don't need to worry about me. Enjoy your honeymoon."

"Sophia—"

Before Katherine could say anything else, she spotted Claudius' bodyguard, who was waiting by the hotel's doorway.

When Claudius' bodyguard saw Sophia coming out of the car, he started making his way toward Sophia. In stiff Chanaean, he said, "Ms. Yarrow, Mr. Claudius has sent me to take you upstairs."

Sophia glanced at the bodyguard and arched her brow. "Thank you."

A pause after, she continued in Ustranasion, "Are you from this country?"

Joe stopped speaking in Chanaean when he heard Sophia speaking in Ustranasion. "Yes, my parents migrated here decades ago. I was born here."

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"Yes."

There were many people in the elevator, so Sophia stopped talking. Though, she did glance at Joe with a half-smile on her face.

Around seven seconds later, the elevator doors opened. Joe stepped out first to lead the way.

Sophia had come here the night before as well, but she was carried here by Claudius while she was unconscious, so naturally, she would not remember the way.

Soon, Joe came to a stop and knocked on the door for her. Then, he turned to face her and said, "Ms. Yarrow, Mr. Claudius is waiting for you inside."

"Okay, thank you."

Just as Sophia said that, someone opened the door.

It was Claudius. "Please come in."

The room layout was similar to Sophia's, but there were two floors for the room. Sophia guessed that the room was a reserved suite for personal use.

When she raked her gaze across the room, she stopped at the opened bottle of red wine on the bar counter.

"Would you like a drink?" Claudius asked as he walked over to get one of the glasses for her.

Sophia shook her head. "I have a low alcohol tolerance."

Claudius took a sip of the red wine and gazed at her for a few seconds. "Did you drink last night?"

"A glass of fruit wine."

"You're right. You can't hold your liquor," he mercilessly agreed.

Sophia sat down on the couch before heading straight to the point. "Mr. Lenoir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Was your friend's name Alexander Xenos?"

Sophia's hand that was clutching her phone shuddered.

Sophia indirectly agreed by saying, "You're smart, Mr. Lenoir."

Claudius tipped his head back to down his drink. Then, he walked over to Sophia and asked, "Was he your sweetheart, or was he your husband?"

"My sweetheart."

"I look a lot like him?"

"Mhm."

All of a sudden, Claudius leaned over until he was a hair's breadth away from her. With dark eyes fixed on her, he asked, "How much do I look like him?"

Sophia stared at his dark eyes in silence for a moment.

"Are we identical?" he asked when he heard nothing from Sophia.

You look too much like him.

Sophia shifted and averted her gaze. Staring at the cigars on the table, she whispered, "Yes."

Her voice was soft, but they were the only ones in the room.

Claudius heard her answer and curled his lips. "So you think of me as a replacement for your sweetheart."

As he spoke, he deliberately lifted his arm to touch the spot Sophia bit the night before.

Sophia had lost control over herself the night before and gave Claudius a hard bite, making a corner of his lower lip bleed. It had scabbed over now, but the darkness of the scab was visible against his pink lips.

"Sorry. I was inebriated last night."

"Is that so?" he said with a scoff, evidently not believing Sophia's words.

Claudius fell silent and straightened up. In the next second, he sat down beside Sophia and leaned over to take a cigar. Lowering his head, he lit it.

He then took a puff before exhaling the smoke. As he narrowed his eyes, he asked, "Ms. Yarrow, do you think I'm Alexander?"

Looking at the familiar stranger, she replied, "I wish that you are, but at the same time, I wish that you aren't."

Sophia wanted Alexander to still be alive, but she did not want Alexander to have turned into Claudius.

"Then you're a greedy one," he said, humming, before exhaling another mouthful of smoke.

A laugh escaped Sophia. "Aren't we all? If you have no other questions, Mr. Lenoir, I'll be taking my leave. I have other things to attend to."

"You don't like my smoking?" Claudius asked a completely unrelated question from their previous topic.

After one glance at Sophia, he extinguished the unfinished cigar.

Then, he turned to face Sophia. "I had a sex dream last night."

A rare frown appeared on Sophia's face. "Mr. Lenoir, I'm afraid we haven't reached the point in our relationship where we can share with each other the details of our dreams. Sorry, but I'm leaving now."

With that, Sophia stood up. However, right as she rose to her feet, Claudius grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

She fell back onto the couch. When she saw Claudius coming closer to her, the smile on her face faded, and an icy look replaced the amicable expression in her eyes.

Yet, Claudius abruptly broke into a smile before leaning to her ear to say, "You were the star of my dream, Sophia."

"You're making me angry, Mr. Lenoir."

"I know you're a smart woman, so you definitely know what I'm talking about." Claudius let go of her and leaned back on the couch. Tilting his head to the side, he continued, "I'm sure you're in the middle of looking into whether or not I'm Alexander, but I think your men might not be able to find anything concrete. Let's be frank, then. I felt a sense of familiarity when I first saw you last night. I have a good memory, and I can remember the sequence of a pack of poker cards in ten seconds. Yet, I can't remember who you are. Maybe it's time for you to tell me what's going on with this Alexander of yours."

Sure enough, Sophia was an intelligent woman. Claudius was clear in his words. He had a good memory, and yet, he could not recall who she was despite finding her face familiar. Something was clearly amiss.

Him having amnesia would be the only answer to the baffling situation.