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Chapter Forty Seven

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Noah’s POV:

It wasn’t Stacey.

It was Sophie.

And just like that, my entire mood shifted.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, not even trying to hide the venom in my voice.

She leaned against the doorway like she owned the place, her glossy lips curling into a smile that made my stomach turn. “You look like you were expecting someone else,” she said sweetly.

I stood frozen, my fists clenched, jaw tight. I couldn’t believe the audacity. After everything, she still had the nerve to show up here.

Her entire body oozed smugness, like she had just walked off a runway and into my worst nightmare.

“Hey stranger,” she cooed, tilting her head to the side. “You gonna invite me in, or should I just assume this scowl means ‘I missed you’?”

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

Without a word, I stepped aside.

She sauntered in like she owned the place, the heels of her boots tapping softly on the hardwood floor, her perfume invading my lungs. She turned to me with a sly smile as I
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