Before she could resist, he opened the door and pressed her down into the seat. The force of it made her stumble slightly as she fell back against the leather.
She stumbled slightly as she fell onto the seat, her hands bracing against the leather. Before she could gather herself, he shut the door firmly.
A second later, he rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
The engine started.
And just like that, they were already moving.
Sophia sat stiffly, her pulse still uneven. She opened her mouth, ready to protest again—but the words died halfway.
What was the point?
With a quiet exhale, she leaned back into the seat and pulled the seatbelt across her chest, fastening it with a soft click.
A displeased expression appeared on his face when he looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gave her a sharp glance. But she didn’t look back at him. She kept her gaze straight ahead, her posture stiff, as if he wasn’t even there.
That only made his jaw tighten.
He kept stealing glances at her, waiting—expecting some look. A word. Anything.
But she gave him nothing.
Not even a flicker.
Slowly, his back straightened against the seat, his patience thinning as his eyes settled on her, no longer hiding it.
The car slowed and came to a stop in front of her house.
Before he could even reach for the door, Sophia had already opened it and stepped out.
Magnus frowned, pushing his door open and stepping out after her.
“I was about to open the door for you.”
She didn’t stop walking.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her tone even.
Her heels clicked softly against the ground as she walked up to the door, her movements quick, almost like she was trying to get away before he could say anything else.
By the time he reached the steps, she had already unlocked the door and stepped inside. Just as she turned to close it—
She froze.
Magnus was right behind her.
He hadn’t left.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door for a second before she stepped forward, placing herself in the middle of the doorway, blocking him. A small, polite smile appeared on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Mr. Graves, I appreciate the ride, but you need to go. It’s not right for a man and a woman to be alone in a house.”
Magnus’s eyes lingered on her face. Then a faint smile touched his lips.
“Oh?” he murmured.
Before she could react, he stepped forward and slipped past her into the house, forcing her to stumble back in shock.
