Chapter 3
"Right now, the only person I remember is you. How could I think about any other woman?" His voice was low, laced with a smile, and carried an earnestness that made his words sound genuine. Though they might have been dubbed sweet nothings, they were anything but frivolous coming from him.
It worked, as expected.
Sofia Hamilton's heart felt as if it had been dipped in honey, so sweet it could soar.
The corners of her lips lifted unconsciously, her face blooming with a smile of happiness. She looked into his eyes with a smile and said, "Alright, I'll let this go for now."
They exchanged a glance and a smile, a sweetness that words could not contain.
Suddenly, Sofia remembered something—she'd forgotten to make the soup.
"I haven't started the soup yet. Let me go check on it."
She stood up to leave, but Ryan Gregory instinctively grabbed her wrist, his concern evident. "Your hand hasn't healed yet. Let the housekeeper handle it."
