Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1895
The photograph captured Sophie with a beaming smile, while he stood awkwardly beside her, unable to take his eyes off her. He
couldn't deny it he didn't dislike Sophie at all; in fact, he was quite fond of her. But the depth of his feelings was starting to weigh
heavily on him. "Why does it have to be you?" Harold muttered to himself. Yes, he liked Sophie, but his love for his brother ran
deeper.
With a sigh, Harold placed the photo back on the table and headed towards the door. Just then, Sophie appeared in the
doorway, almost as if she'd been waiting there. Her hand was raised, about to knock. "Were you just on your way out for dinner?
I was about to call you," she said with her usual playful tone. Whenever they had a spat, Sophie was always the first to make
peace, and once he seemed calm, she'd start her playful teasing again. That was the Sophie he'd always adored.
"I'm skipping dinner. You go ahead," Harold said, brushing past her. Deep down, he knew that in Sophie's heart, he didn't quite

measure up to his brother. She saw him as family, not as someone she had romantic feelings for.
Harold hesitated briefly outside Gordon's study. The door was shut, and after a moment of uncertainty, he pushed it open and
stepped inside. Gordon appeared to have been expecting him. After a pause, Harold admitted, “Brother, I like Sophie."
"And then?" Gordon asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips as if he'd already guessed what Harold was going to say.
"Harold, if you want something, you've got to fight for it, not just give up," Gordon advised with a gentle smile. "But I think you
already know what you really want."
Harold nodded. "Even though I like her, I know she only sees me as family. And... to me, you're the most important person in the
world."
Gordon simply exchanged a warm smile with Harold, saying nothing more.
Meanwhile, Sophie wandered into the living room, puzzled by the empty space and untouched dining table. “What's going on
today? Why does everything feel so off?” she wondered aloud. Turning to the housekeeper, she asked, “Is Harold really not
having dinner tonight?"
"I checked with him. Mr. Harold said he wasn't eating tonight," the housekeeper replied.
"And my brother?"

"He... he seems to have lost his appetite too."
"Really?"
Sophie was baffled. Her brother was usually so regular in his routines, so what was up with him?
"Mrs. Brown, I'm starving. Where's dinner?" Harold called out as he came down the stairs, Rick trailing behind him. Sophie
watched as Harol@descended, walking right past her. Just like old times, be gave her a playful tap on the back of her head and
said, "Hey, troublemaker, good evening."
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Sophie was momentarily taken aback. She stared in surprise as Harold ed by, her face
darkening. "Who are you calling a troublemaker?”
"You, of course," Harold replied with a cheeky grin.
"Who's the troublemaker?"
"You are," he said, clearly enjoying the banter.
"You!"
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Sophie suddenly realized she'd been outsmarted by Harold yet again. Harold plopped down at the dining table, eating like he
hadn't had a decent meal in ages.