Chapter 42

SOPHIE WESLEY

Knox and I were both sitting across from each other in the restaurant. I leaned back and watched him eat slowly, tracking his hand movements. The way his veins pulsed each time he lifted his hand to his mouth.

I brushed the admiration off and leaned back, the same question that's been ringing in my head crept in again.

This was more than a coincidence. How was he also there at the boutique at that moment when I was in trouble?

I sighed subconsciously, touching my temple.

“Just ask already, Sophie…” he sighed, not looking at me.

I blinked. "Huh?”

He reached for a serviette and...