Chapter 8

Sofia's POV

“Stop questioning if you made the right decision.”

I heard his gruff voice right beside my ear. I was unable to sleep the whole night. It was already morning, and I absentmindedly stirred my coffee as I replayed last night’s events through my mind.

“This is happening whether you like it or not. The sooner you accept it, the better.”

“How can I not question it?” I sighed, turning to him.

He looked sinfully handsome with his bed hair and sleep-filled eyes.

“You’ve kept him safe for five years. I wouldn’t be here without thinking it through.”

I noticed a flicker of an unknown emotion as I looked into his eyes. I frowned, and he masked his expression as he turned around to make himself a cup of coffee.

“How did you find out?” I had been thinking about that for a fair amount of time.

“What, that he’s my son? He is the carbon copy of me. The only thing that stands out is his hair. He got that from you. I’ve