She removed the watch from her wrist and handed it to the girl. Then, she turned and climbed into her car. Moments later, the car pulled away and disappeared down the road.
Only then did Timothy start the engine again.
As the car moved, Magnus lifted a hand to his eyes, tension etched clearly across his face. He leaned back for a brief second, then straightened abruptly.
“Forget it,” he muttered. “Drive to a store. Get a watch for her right now.”
Timothy’s eyes widened slightly at the impatience in Magnus’s voice.
In all the years Timothy had known him, Magnus had never been impatient—not even during billion-dollar deals.
And now, here he was, visibly tense over a single watch for his wife.
Suppressing a grin, Timothy turned the steering wheel toward the luxury watch showroom.
Sophia returned home a few hours later.
The house was quiet as she climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom. Her steps slowed when she saw Magnus lying on the couch, a file resting in his hand. His eyes flicked toward the door—once, twice—before settling on her the moment she stepped inside.
He straightened abruptly, the file almost slipping from his hand as he hastily sat up.
Sophia smiled faintly at the sight. Reaching up, she removed her earrings and asked, “Were you waiting for me?”
Magnus frowned immediately, defensive. “No. I was just working.”
Sophia hid her smile as she slipped off her jacket. “Alright,” she muttered lightly, turning away.
She picked up a glass of water from the table beside the couch and took a few sips. As she lowered it, the glass tilted slightly, spilling a bit of water onto the floor.
“I’ll try to come home earlier from now on.” Without another glance at him, she continued talking as she walked straight into the bathroom.
Magnus watched her back disappear, irritation tightening his expression. “Why doesn’t this woman understand my words?”
Sophia came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, now changed into her nightdress.
As soon as she stepped out, his eyes flicked toward her briefly. Without even looking up properly, he tossed a box in her direction nonchalantly while continuing to flip through the file in his hand.
Sophia caught it instinctively.
She stopped mid-step, staring down at the box in her hands. She looked at it once, then lifted her gaze to Magnus in confusion—but he didn’t spare her even a glance, fully focused on flipping through the file.
Frowning slightly, she looked back down and opened the box.
Inside lay a Rolex watch—almost identical in design and color to the one she already owned. But the moment she lifted it, she knew. The weight was different. Heavier. The gold alone made it obvious that this one was far more expensive.
Her eyes widened. Surprise turned into shock almost instantly.
Her gaze snapped back to him.
Magnus immediately spoke, scratching the bridge of his nose as if uncomfortable under her stare. “Timothy bought it for you.”
Sophia’s brows knitted together. “Why would Timothy buy a watch for me?”
Then something clicked.
She turned toward him fully, her voice slowing. “Could it be that you—”
“Stop talking.” Magnus cut her off sharply. “I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. If you feel indebted, just transfer the money to me.”
