Chapter 4

Charles tore through the city, losing count of how many red lights he blew past.

By the time he pulled up to the villa he'd gifted Sophie last year, it was already well past midnight.

Sophie was fast asleep, her head resting on the table.

Charles's heart softened at the sight. "Sophie, come with me. You need to get that surgery."

"Charles," Sophie's voice was gentle, tinged with a hint of grievance. "You should go back to Lily. I'm afraid she'll be mad at me."

Charles's heart ached. He stroked her hair. "Don't worry. She won't do anything to you."