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THE next morning came softly, with the birds outside chirping in bright, cheerful melodies.
Sophia stirred beneath the covers, opening one eye, then the other. She turned her head toward the other side of the bed, and saw it empty. A quiet sigh left her lips. Oswald must have left for work early, and she had clearly slept in.
She slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
When she returned, dressed in comfortable casuals, her mind drifted back to the previous night. Her smile grew without her even realizing it.
They had had s*x, not just s*x but wild s*x. First on the bed, twice, and then finished up in the bathroom, under the running shower, the shower mist blurring everything but the way he looked at her. Aww! It was nothing but sweet, as always as it has been.
It wasn’t their first evening like that, but something about last night had been different, sweeter and deeper. Afterward, they had shared a warm bath, dressed, and sat down to a quiet dinner for two, the glow between them still lingering in the air.
Sophia chuckled to herself. Loving Oswald wasn’t always easy, but it was worth every moment.
She immediately finished and left the room, then headed downstairs for the kitchen.
She stepped in. As expected, the maids were already in, carrying out their duties.
“Good morning, ma’am, good morning,” the chef maids chorused, giving small curtsies.
“Good morning,” she replied warmly. “What is on the menu today?”
“Following the timetable, ma’am,” Hanny said with a polite smile.
“Oh, good. Did your boss have anything before he left?”
Hanny shook her head.
“No, ma’am.”
“Not even his usual tea?”
“Nope ma'am,” she shook her head.
Sophia sighed, then went to the pantry, taking out two cans of beverages, one in each hand and made her way toward the dining room.
The moment she stepped in, she froze. The cans slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a soft clink before rolling aside.
Seated at the head of the table, calm and regal, was Lady Frances Escobar, Oswald’s mother.
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat.
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