Page 220 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

At the fact that she can still sit three feet away from me and make every carefully buried memory feel recent.

Sophie studies my face.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like you’re angry.”

I hold her gaze.

“Maybe I am.”

Her expression changes slightly as she holds my gaze across the table.

“Then tell me,” she says.

The rain keeps battering the windows behind her, steady and hard enough to fill the space between us.

I set my beer down.

“Why didn’t you return my call?”

Her expression changes immediately.

Confusion, not guilt.

“What call?”

I study her face. “After the article.”

Sophie’s brows draw together.

“Julian, I never got a call from you.”

“I called.”

“I’m telling you I didn’t get it.”

“I emailed you too.”

She shakes her head slowly.

“I didn’t get that either.”

My irritation spikes.

“I sent it to your work address. It came back undeliverable.”

Sophie goes still.

Then she says, “Because I quit.”

The answer lands harder than I expect.

“You quit?”

“Yes.”