Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1818

Chapter 1818

"You decided so quickly? I haven't even checked it out yet!"

Sophie sat in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection with her freshly applied red lipstick. It made her feel suddenly mature.

So mature, she barely recognized herself.

James commented, "That lipstick matches your dress perfectly."

"It does, doesn't it?"

Sophie turned to James with a playful grin and asked, "How do you know this lipstick goes with my dress? Since when do CEOS dabble in fashion?"

"Nope, just a lucky guess."

James asked the store clerk to wrap up their purchases simply, and then they headed back to the hotel together.

Sophie slipped into the red dress, and her long hair was styled into soft curls by the stylist.

James watched as her face gradually transformed into the Sophie he remembered.

"Why are you so quiet? I've asked three times-do I look good or not?"

"...You look stunning."

dress and having my makeup done. Looking in the mirror feels like

gazed at her

imagining a

love for you to play

"Hmm?"

to James and asked, "But there's no piano

passed by today?" James replied.

Sophie played a Chopin nocturne in

by the fountain, vibrant and fiery yet gentle and

quietly nearby,

captivating, but from the beginning,

best, and

voice at

groggily opened

streaming through the window was

Fiona sitting at the bedside with a puzzled look, asking,

realizing tears he hadn't noticed were trailing down his

and asked, "Why are you in my

Mom about

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