“He originally wanted to get you a more expensive one with higher time accuracy, but it wouldn’t have gotten to you until tomorrow. He didn’t want you to wait, so we bought this one instead.”
Shock filled her at once. ‘He personally went to buy that watch for me?’
Her eyes flickered toward the bedroom door for a moment before she forced her attention back to the phone as Timothy continued.
“Mrs. Graves, Mr. Graves hasn’t had dinner yet,” Timothy said. “We went out to purchase the watch for you, so he had to reschedule a meeting and attend it as soon as he got home. The maids must have prepared dinner for both of you. Could you please make sure he eats? He often gets too busy with work and skips his meals.”
The shock still hadn’t fully settled when Sophia replied, slightly dazed, “Um… sure.”
The call ended.
She stood there for a moment, blinking slowly, the words still echoing in her mind.
“He bought it for me… personally?”
Her gaze drifted toward the pile of files on the table, and without realizing it, a small smile curved her lips.
“Turns out he isn’t as big of an asshole as I thought,” she murmured.
Shaking her head lightly, she headed downstairs. As she stepped into the kitchen, she caught sight of Magnus walking up the stairs toward the bedroom.
She warmed the food the maids had left and set everything on the table.
A few minutes later, she climbed the stairs again and pushed open the bedroom door.
“Magnus,” she called out. “Dinner is ready. Come downstairs? The table’s already set.”
She had barely finished speaking when she stepped inside—
—and saw him walking out of the bathroom.
Bare-chested.
A towel was wrapped low around his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest and abs.
Sophia’s feet halted at the doorway.
Her body stiffened, eyes widening as her heart skipped violently in her chest. Her gaze lingered uncontrollably over his broad shoulders, sculpted torso, and defined abs.
‘He’s… ridiculously handsome,’ she thought hazily. ‘His mouth is terrible when he talks, but otherwise… he’s practically a god.’
She stared far longer than she should have.
Magnus noticed.
He stepped closer, his voice low and flat. “Had enough?”
That snapped her back to reality.
Her eyes shot up from his chest to his face, heat rushing to her cheeks.
“D-dinner,” she stammered. “I’ve set it up. Can you… come downstairs and eat?”
Magnus placed his hands on his hips and looked at her with a calm, arrogant expression.
“I’ll eat if you eat with me,” he said casually. “If you’re not eating, don’t bother. I won’t either.”
With that dismissive statement, he turned away, walking toward the closet to get dressed.
