"Mr. Davis, does Miss Smith's room need cleaning?" Amanda saw Nolan Davis standing at Sophie's room door for a long time.
"No need." He coldly dropped a sentence, then walked to her room and closed the door.
Inside the room, her presence was very strong, she didn't take anything when she left.
He reached out to touch everything she left behind, opened the wardrobe, staring at the rows of hanging clothes, feeling lost.
Nostalgia, truly a painful feeling.
...
The black stretched Lincoln smoothly drove down the road, inside the car, Asher Land glanced at Sophie Smith comforting the child, saying nothing.
His gaze quietly settled on the mother and child, Little Alexander was desperately snuggling into Sophie's embrace, occasionally letting out a 'giggle'.
"It seems you're not really looking forward to returning to my side?"
Ignored, overlooked for too long, a certain man finally spoke up with displeasure.
Sophie lifted her gaze, chuckled lightly.
