South Garden Community, Sophie Foster's new home. Nicholas Croft hadn't explained to her why they weren't moving into the villa but coming here instead.
The Sophie Foster of now seemed indifferent to everything, as if she'd lost all joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, her face always frozen in a cold mask.
The Cadillac stopped in front of Building 5, Block C. The assistant and the driver got out first—one came around to open the back door, the other went to the trunk to get the luggage.
"Baby, wake up, we're home." Nicholas Croft gently pushed Sophie Foster's shoulder. Whether she was really asleep or just throwing a mood was unclear; the car was already parked, yet she still had her head pillowed on his leg and refused to get up.
Sophie Foster opened her eyes and glared at Nicholas Croft, her slightly knitted brows clearly showing displeasure, then she closed her eyes again.
