Sophia's POV
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Picking her in his arms again and then the breast pump, he started taking her out of the room, not before clearing my confusion. “Now you can carry on you ‘Oh god. You’re too good’ thing.”
I acted to ignore him and wait for a magic wormhole to come and suck me away from this embarrassing situation I got myself into.
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I didn’t know what irked Brandon so much that he stopped talking to me or speaking only when it was an emergency. It had been a week since that incident, and his behavior was still the same. I meant couldn’t you believe that?
I ignored that thought and waved my hand to Oliver when the cab started moving and made Caroline do the same, but I doubt she would even understand what I was making her do. I placed her back into Stroller and thought of taking her inside again, but I didn’t know what came to my mind; I changed my mind at last mind and started to give her a half-round of the society. While I was doing this, my eyes landed on a familiar face who was jogging. At first, I ignored him, thinking I might be thinking too much, but when I observed him again taking the second round, I realized that he was none other than Henry.
“Henry?” I called him, on which he stopped and turned toward me.
What was he doing here?
Did he shift in this society?
“Sophia.” he smiled widely and came near me, looking at Caroline. “Is she your daughter?”
“Yes!!” I nodded with a smile.
“Pre-mature delivery?” he asked, to which I nodded my head. “She is beautiful but…”, He complimented and then looked at me. “.... definitely doesn’t look like your daughter. Because neither did she take on you or your boyfriend, aka husband.”
I narrowed my eyes at his choice of words, and then he started grinning, “I was just joking.”
“I hate this type of ridiculous joke. Moreover, she is my daughter whether she looks like me or not. And he is my husband, not my boyfriend.”
“You mean your boyfriend disappeared and never returned back until now?”
“Yeah!” I nodded my head. “But my daughter is lucky to have him, and I can guarantee that she won’t have got this much love from her real father that she is receiving from Brandon. All I know is that blood may be thicker than water, but love is thicker than anything.”
“I second that.” he smiled. “I’m sorry if I hurt you anyways.”
“It’s fine.” I ignored that topic. “By the way, you’re here?”
“Yes! I’m staying here for the last six months approx.”
“Really? Even I’m staying here for the last six months.” I looked at him, surprised.
“Strange! I haven’t seen you before.”, he said in confusion. “Don’t you come out of your apartment or flat on a regular basis? Because you would have, then I’m sure we would have met before.”
Well, that was true that I rarely come out of the home, but why should I tell him about it?
“Well, that’s not true. I used to come out for a morning walk and yoga in the morning and sometimes at night after dinner.”
“That’s great. At what time? So, that I can to join you both and we can have some chit chat?” he asked.
I furrowed my eyebrow. “I don’t want to sound rude, but why?”
“Just to know each other better, or who knows, we can become good friends as well.”, he suggested.
Friends!!
I haven’t made one single friend single I came here. What could go wrong after becoming his friend? Moreover, he had helped in one way or another in our first meeting. Also, Brandon said that my life is in danger outside the society, not inside, right?
“Sure. But my time is not fixed so why don’t you give me your number? I can text you whenever I will come downstairs.”, I told myself.
“Asking for my number, huh?” he smirked.
“To the earth, Mister. I’m married.” I laughed.
“But you don’t love your husband.”, he pointed out.
I didn’t ask why he felt so, or anything like that but a part of him was right too. I wasn’t in love with Brandon.
“But that doesn’t mean I will break the trust that he has in me.”, I said with a small smile. “Though he hasn’t agreed and won’t agree, but I know he does, and breaking someone’s trust is not my thing.”
“But you trust everyone too easily,” he pointed out. “I just hope that you won’t regret this habit of yours.”
“Don’t worry. The people around me won’t do anything like that to me because they love and care for me.”, I said confidently.
“Why don’t we sit and talk instead of standing here?”, He suggested.
“Some other day, Henry.”, I said, thinking about my princess because it was her massage time. “You can share your number with me, though.”
“Sure. Its _____.”
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#TBC