Chapter 443

"Spit it out."

His deep voice cut through the darkness just as she turned away.

Sophia's fingers unconsciously tightened around the bedsheet.

"Fine, I'll ask." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hmm."

Ethan's response carried a lazy indifference.

"Your wedding with Isabella Valentine..." She bit her lip. "Why was it postponed?"

The air turned icy.

Ethan opened his eyes and turned to study her.

"What do you think?"

Sophia averted her gaze. "How would I know..."

"Then keep thinking." His tone was flat.

"I can't figure it out."

"Then think harder."

Her fists clenched in frustration.

This man and his riddles again.

Rumors claimed the postponement was due to stock fluctuations, but clearly, that wasn't the truth.

So what was the real reason?

Exhaustion crept in, her eyelids growing heavy.

The sound of steady breathing filled the room.

Ethan propped himself up, his long fingers lightly brushing her lashes.

"Fool," he murmured.

At dawn, Ethan escorted Dr. Xavier to the hospital.

Sophia stood at the villa's entrance, the morning breeze tangling her hair.

Watching the car disappear, a strange thought struck her—

It felt like a wife seeing her husband off to work.

She shook her head violently.

Too deep into the role.

Pulling out her phone to call a cab, a black Maybach rolled to a stop before her.

The window lowered, revealing Zachary's cheerful face.

"Miss Lowell, Mr. Roscente asked me to drive you."

Her heart skipped, then settled.

"No need, I'll just—"

"Taxis take thirty minutes here." He winked. "The fare could buy you three hotpot meals."

Her lips twitched.

He knew exactly how to press her buttons.

"Also..." Zachary gestured to the rising sun. "Any longer in this heat, and you'll turn into a little black cat."

Sophia glared but slid into the car.

As they left the gated community, she finally blurted out,

"Zachary, do you know about the wedding postponement?"

His grip on the wheel tightened.

"What do you think, Miss Lowell?"

"You and your boss share the same infuriating trait," she muttered.

Through the rearview mirror, Zachary's expression grew complicated.

"If you'd seen that video..."

"What video?" She straightened abruptly.

His head snapped toward her. "You haven't watched it?"

"What are you talking about?"

Silence thickened in the car.

Zachary's hands trembled slightly on the wheel.

Damn. He'd messed up.