"You… you…"
"What's wrong? Did I shock you all so badly you forgot how to speak?"
"That's impossible! Sophia—how are you still alive?!"
Olivia's words sounded exactly like a guilty idiot admitting the crime herself.
Sophia let out a cold laugh.
"What? Disappointed I'm not dead?"
Suddenly, her gaze shifted—landing on the man who had been staring at her the whole time.
Lucas.
His stubble was obvious, his whole appearance unkempt, exhausted… completely undone.
She walked toward him.
And the second she reached him—
Sophia felt a sudden pull at her waist.
Lucas's long fingers gripped her tightly, one hand on her waist, the other cupping the back of her head—
And he kissed her.
Hard.
Cameras exploded around them in rapid flashes.
Sophia's lips curved upward slightly.
She touched his face gently.
"I'm sorry… for making you worry."
Lucas's eyes were faintly red.
