Sophia stared at his back, irritation flaring.
‘Does he think I’m his maid or something? Why does he talk like that? Such an arrogant bastard.’
Annoyed, she turned around and walked out, heading back downstairs.
Barely a few minutes later, Magnus came down as well and took his seat at the dining table.
His eyes shifted instinctively toward the kitchen.
Sophia stood at the counter, quietly plating food for the two of them. She wore nothing fancy—just a simple nightdress—but for some reason, Magnus found his gaze lingering, unable to look away.
She looked… warm.
His fingers curled slowly against the table as his gaze stayed fixed on her back.
Then, suddenly, his mother’s words from long ago echoed in his mind.
“You don’t realize how better life becomes when you stop living alone… when you have someone with you at home.”
His eyes darkened slightly as he watched her move.
As the words echoed in his mind, Magnus couldn’t help but mutter under his breath as he stared at Sophia’s back.
“Turns out what Mom said was really true. It is good to have someone in the house… someone to eat with.”
Sophia came out of the kitchen carrying the tray and set it down on the table. She slid one plate toward him, then placed another beside it for herself. After arranging everything neatly, she took the chair next to him and smiled brightly.
“Mr. Graves, you provided the meals,” she announced cheerfully. “In exchange, I served everything on the plate. Now we don’t owe each other anything, right?”
She gave him a cheeky smile as she sat down.
Magnus watched her in silence.
‘I thought she married me for money,’ he thought as they both began eating. ‘But she doesn’t look like someone who wants my money… she’s even calculating meals to keep things equal.’
His gaze stayed on her. “You keep accounts for everything, don’t you?” he said casually.
Sophia glanced at him while taking a bite. After chewing, she answered, “Of course. I have to keep records of everything. After all, we’re just partners. I can’t owe you anything when I leave after three months.”
The fork in Magnus’s hand froze midair, a piece of broccoli hovering above the plate.
Leave?
The word echoed sharply in his ears.
‘Is she really planning to leave? Or is she just saying that to fool me?’
His jaw tightened.
A scoff crossed his face, irritation flaring. ‘Is she trying to make me believe she’ll actually walk away?’
The thought unsettled him more than he liked. His appetite vanished. He dropped the fork back onto the plate, pushed his chair back, and stood up abruptly.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” he said coldly, standing up and walking away from the table.
Sophia stared after him, frowning deeply as she watched him storm off.
‘Did he just get angry again? What did I do now?’
