167 “And You’re Still A Thorn in My Ass.”

Alexander took a few steps towards Sophia and shook his head in denial.

“I’m not leaving until we get this straight,” he stated. “I love you, Sophia, and I do not budge at the first difficulty.”

Sophia’s jaw tightened as she met his gaze, her resolve unyielding. “You may not leave, but I refused to talk to you. I needed peace right then,” she declared, her voice laced with frustration.

With a heavy sigh, Sophia headed for the kitchen, putting some distance between them. She could feel Alexander’s eyes on her, but she refused to look back. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she tried to calm her nerves, the bitterness of the situation lingering in the air.

Sophia looked over her shoulder and was glad Alexander wasn’t following her. He was sitting on her couch, angrily digging through his phone. Sophia retreated to her office, the familiar surroundings offering a temporary refuge from the turmoil of her emotions.

passed by unnoticed, the only indication

she decided to call it a night, but as she made her way to the

anger, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt seeing him there. She grabbed a blanket and pillow, gently covering him before retreating to her bedroom. Before she could fully shut the door, she heard

how much you say otherwise,

say that I didn’t care, but that I was terribly angry

and turned, the events of the day weighing heavily on her mind. She contemplated inviting Alexander to join her, to seek comfort in his arms, but her pride kept her rooted

morning, Sophia awakened to find Alexander in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for them both. The tension from

still here,” Sophia remarked, her

love,” Alexander retorted, his voice laced with frustration as he took a seat at

amusement breaking through the tension. “Should I be worried that you’ve poisoned my food? ”

grin, the hint of a playful spark in

tension hanging in the air. Despite their attempts at levity, the underlying issues between them remained unaddressed, casting a shadow over their

at Alexander, observing the way his brow furrowed with concentration as he ate. Despite her anger, she couldn’t deny the familiar warmth that his presence brought, a reminder

going to eat?” Alexander’s voice

smile, a mixture of irritation and amusement dancing in her eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin your appetite,” she quipped, though the tension in her

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