Just then—
A car pulled up sharply in front of her.
Sophia flinched, her shoulders jerking as her head snapped up.
The car door opened.
And the moment she saw who stepped out—
Her breath hitched.
“Magnus?”
He shut the door with a firm push, his eyes already locked on her. Without breaking that gaze, he rounded the car in long strides.
As he came to a stop in front of her, he tilted his head slightly, his brows pulling together.
“Sylvia? What are you doing here?”
Her body went stiff.
Her throat went dry, her chest tightening as if something heavy was pressing down on it.
“I… I was—”
The words wouldn’t come out.
Before she could even finish—
Something flickered across his face. A realization. His eyes darkened instantly.
In the next second, his hand shot out, grabbing her arm and yanking her toward him.
Sophia stumbled, her body swaying forward. Her free hand came up, pressing against his chest as she tried to steady herself.
Magnus leaned in, his grip firm, his eyes sharp and searching.
“Doesn’t Neymar live in this area?” he cut in, his voice low, tight.
His fingers tightened around her arm.
“Don’t tell me…” His jaw clenched. “You went to his house to see him?”
Anger was visible in every line of his face.
“I told you he’s not good for you,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “Why would you go meet him?”
His chest rose sharply, like the thought itself irritated him.
The hand on her arm flexed again.
Sophia winced, her shoulders tensing at the pain. Her eyes dropped to his hand for a second before she forced herself to look back up at him.
“I told you to stop interfering in my life,” she said, her voice tight, breath slightly uneven.
She twisted her wrist, pulling against his hold—
And yanked her arm free.
