“You shouldn’t have given Grandpa hope just now,” Rome said coldly.
After dinner, Grandpa didn’t stay long, saying that the evening should be left for the young. Before leaving, he mentioned to Sofia about an upcoming banquet she would need to attend in Beckett’s place, and then left in high spirits.
The maids had already tidied the house, leaving only Rome and Sofia inside. Sofia unconsciously stared at the floor. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to smooth things over. I didn’t want to disappoint him.” She didn’t need to ask Rome’s stance on having kids—it was already clear.
Rome loosened his tie and sat down on the sofa, his lips pressed into a tight line, deep in thought. After a while, he reached out and pulled Sofia onto his lap. His large hand stroked her arm, the calloused pads of his f
