The Billionaire Who Regretted Letting Me Go
“What’s that?”
“Nothing, baby.” Sophia’s voice came out wrong—too high, too fast—and she crumpled the top page against her chest before she even consciously decided to. It was an instinct older than thought, the paper crackling loudly in the sudden quiet of the foyer. “Go finish your show, okay? I’ll be right there.”
He looked at her a beat too long, wearing that particular stillness he got whenever the atmosphere shifted. He couldn’t name the tension, but he felt it anyway. Finally, he turned and went, dragging his feet and throwing one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.