Sophie POV:-
It's almost midnight and my stomach was growling. My dried lips formed a thin line as I was starving and also in a desperate need of sleep but I was waiting for Christian.
Seems like he forgot that there's a wife waiting for him.
But, Why am I waiting for him?
I can eat alone too but somewhere in my heart, I don't want to. More like I can't since he ‘expects’ me to have dinner with him.
I sighed and put my head on the dining table and closed my eyes.
I wonder why his eyes always flicker with compassion as if even if he wants to hurt me, he can't. Something is pulling him to not to do that.
I find it funny, nothing can stop that cold guy, he can break me miserably any moment, there are no restrictions, I gave him all the rights to do it and to be honest, I am afraid of the day he will.
‘And somewhere deep down, I think he wouldn’t break me and if he did, I don’t think it would break me physically- my body belongs to him- but emotionally.’
