Sophia walked through the door.
The sound of it made Candice nearly jump out of her soul.
She instinctively reached to pull Charlie into the bedroom to hide him—like some shady affair where she’d secretly "kept" a young pretty boy and didn’t want her best friend to find out.
Just as her hand caught his, he turned his palm and laced their fingers together. Calm and composed, he smiled faintly and exhaled,
“Relax, Candice. It’s too late now.”
Candice’s pupils trembled.
She slowly, stiffly turned her head.
In the living room, Sophia stood there in a crisp, sharp white suit, her almond eyes wide open, shock slowly shifting into excitement.
She sauntered in casually, but her radar-sharp gaze had already locked on the pair by the dining table. Her eyes flicked from the breakfast on the t
