Next day, Sophia was waiting for Hunter to come down for breakfast.
She was standing by the dining table, dressed in a pristine white blouse and a tight pencil skirt, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. To anyone else, she looked calm.
Her fingers fidgeted at her sides. She was nervous.
And Hunter hated secrets.
“What do you want, Sophia?” he asked coldly, not slowing his pace.
She forced a smile. “I brought coffee. Thought you might need it after last night.”
Hunter scoffed, pushing past her and sitting on the table. “Thank you.”
She followed him and took a shaky breath, lowering her gaze as if she were gathering the courage to speak.
“Hunter. I need some money.”
“Money?” Hunter asked.
“It’s not for me,” she whispered. “It’s for Lily.”
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