I opened the door when I heard the doorbell and there stood Lyon. I paused for a second and opened it. "Mr. Monroe, what can I do for you?" I inquired.

"You read the breaking news, right?" Lyon inquired. His gaze swept across my face, and he was relieved that I looked quite calm. I saw concern etched on his face and looked down. "It's nothing. You came here because of this?"

"Yes, I'm worried about you," Lyon replied.

I narrowed my eyes, my voice icy. "Mr. Monroe, we've broken up. You don't need to worry about me."

"Sofia, you may not receive me warmly, but you can't deny me...