Their eyes fell on Sophia, who was still desperately trying to convince Emma to make a quick escape.
Before Magnus or Gregory could say anything, Harold suddenly took off, waving his arms excitedly. “Let’s sit with them! There’s space at their table. Sitting alone will be boring—come on, come on!”
Without waiting for them, Harold hurried off as if the table might disappear if he didn’t reach it fast enough.
Gregory let out a loud snicker.
Magnus, however, went still.
His expression turned lethal as he watched Harold’s enthusiasm towardhis wife.
Oblivious to everything behind him, Harold reached their table and was just about to pull out the chair beside Sophia.
But just before he could, Magnus grabbed the back of his collar and shoved him aside.
“Whoa—!” Harold stumbled forward, nearly falling before regaining his balance.
He whipped around angrily, only to see Magnus calmly taking the seat beside Sophia.
Not only that—Magnus satveryclose.
He leaned back casually, his arm draped across the back of Sophia’s chair, pulling her subtly into his space.
“Hey!” Harold cried out indignantly. “How can you do that? Get out of my chair! That was my seat—I got here first!”
Magnus didn’t even look at him. He ignored Harold completely, settling back as if Harold didn’t exist.
Defeated, grumbling under his breath, Harold stormed around the table and dropped into the chair beside Emma instead.
Gregory walked over as well, stopping casually next to Harold.
Harold shot Magnus an annoyed glare. “You’re always like this,” he snapped. “So arrogant—always stealing my place.”
Magnus finally spoke, his tone lazy. “Didn’t you say it was first come, first dibs?”
Harold frowned. “Yes! I got here fir—”
Magnus turned his head toward Sophia, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
“Meet my wife,” he announced, his voice calm but commanding.
Sophia’s eyes widened instantly, frozen in shock as she looked at him.
“This is the woman I married,” Magnus continued, his tone casual yet firm. “Mrs. Sophia Magnus Graves.”
He shifted his gaze casually back to Harold, adding, “Your sister-in-law.”
Then his gaze returned to Sophia, locking onto her eyes without flinching.
Sophia blinked, trying to process what she had just heard. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to speak, but no words came out at first. Finally, she gathered her voice, her tone a mixture of disbelief and exasperation.
“What are you doing—announcing me as your wiferight now? Didn’t we agree to get a divorce just this morning?”
Magnus leaned back slightly, one hand resting casually on the table while the other remained draped over the back of her chair.
“Just now, I broke the contract too,” he said smoothly.
“You broke it once, and now I broke it once. So we’re even. You don’t have to pay the penalty, and you’ll still get everything I promised in the contract. Congratulations.”
