SWNOVELS Chapter 15
Sophia’s POV
I was glad when Elijah and Daniel came back in, so that I did not have to deal with Serena anymore Yet at the same time, I was worried and curious about what they had talked about
Glancing at Daniel, I noticed he avoided meeting my eyes Elijah, on the other hand, seemed composed but his gaze on me was intense, as if he had something
important to say
“We better go now, Elijah,” Serena suddenlypped, sounding more cheerful now. She grabbed his hand and began pulling him to the door. “Bye, everyone. It was great talking to you.
I looked at her incredulously, wondering how she could act like that after everything that had occurred.
I let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of sight. I felt tired and stressed, so I plopped down on the sofa and leaned back, closing my eyes for a little bit.
“Are you alright?” Daniel asked with concern, sitting beside me.
I opened my eyes and gave him a faint smile. “Just tired, but I’ll be fine.”
He nodded. “Maybe I should leave you now to rest. You and your baby need it.”
“Wait!” I quickly said, stopping him. I straightened up and looked him in the eye. What did you and Elijah discuss outside?”
He shrugged. “It was nothing.”
“It’s surely not nothing. What was it?”
“Well, he was accusing you of cheating on him, right? So I just… told him the truth…”
“That we’re not a couple?”
“Yes. He was just…. He jumped to conclusions, got carried away by his emotions, probably…”
I nodded, remembering how Elijah had acted. A chill ran through my limbs. It was actually a little terrifying to see him like that because he’d always been cool and composed.
CHAPTER 15
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“Sophia…” Daniel suddenly started, hesitating a bit. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “That baby… Is it Elijah’s?”
“Yeah…” I answered truthfully. “He’s the father. But we’re divorced now and I really didn’t want to give him any reason to connect with me again.”
“But he’s not going to stop until he finds out the truth. I don’t even know if he believed me when I said there’s nothing going on between us.”
“Well, let him continue thinking we’re together. It doesn’t matter. It might even make him leave me alone.”
“Yes, perhaps,” he answered, though he didn’t sound too sure. For a while, we just sat there beside each other quietly.
“How about I fix you up some salad and soup instead? And a cup of hot chocolate, perhaps?” he then offered, motioning to the kitchen. anything to eat yet.”
“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m not really hungry.”
suppose you haven’t had
“You know, I came by earlier because I wanted to ask you if you’d like to watch this new comedy film showing at the local cinema… Imagine how shocked I was when I came in here and found someone harassing you.”
I actually chuckled. “Surprise, surprise. My ex–husband managed to ruin my day again, even though I’m supposed to be miles away from our old home.”
“Hey, it was bound to happen, Sophia. But it could be over now. We may never hear from them again.”
“I do hope so,” I said, feeling the fatigue engulfing me. I stifled a yawn. “I’m really tired, Daniel. But we should catch that movie another time. Maybe next week?”
As always, Daniel smiled with kindness. “Sure, no worries. Whenever you’re up to it, Sophia. I’m just here.”
I felt truly grateful. We gave each other a friendly hug before he said goodbye.
That evening, I turned and twisted in bed, wanting to sleep early so I could rest and recharge for a full day in school tomorrow. But my mind was still troubled, preoccupied with thoughts of Elijah and Serena.
Why did they have to come here? I was living a good life already.
All of a sudden, my phone lit up and sounded with a notification. When I checked it, I was surprised at Kayla’s message:
I’m #0000000 sorry! I accidentally told Elijal that you went to Parts to study. I really hope you forgive me. Don’t be mad, please.
I was stunned, but I didn’t feel any anger toward my best friend. I knew that one of these days, Elijah would probably be able to squeeze out such information from her. It wouldn’t be her fault if she found herself with no choice.
Lying on my bed, I raised my phone over my head and began to type a reply. But then, before I could finish it, I saw an email notification coming in. When I saw the subject line and email address, I sat up in alarm.
Holy smokes! It’s from Urban Next Design Studiol
I remembered how I often stopped in front of their display window and even explored the studio a few times. I liked it so much because it had been founded by an American, but had risen to success fast here in Paris.
The subject line of the email jumped at me, making my heart race:
RE: Interior Design Internship Program Application