Chapter 276

Sophia Sullivan finally nodded.

She only cared about the part where he agreed to sign.

A faint smile touched Ethan Roscente's lips.

He handed the phone back to Martha.

Then he turned and went upstairs.

Martha held the phone and sighed softly.

The young master hadn't smiled like that in a long time.

...

Early morning, Sophia was woken by her phone vibrating.

Dawn hadn't fully broken.

Her phone on the pillow buzzed incessantly.

She squinted, unlocking the screen.

WeChat notifications popped up one after another.

All from Ethan Roscente.

Dozens of unread messages.

The content was meaningless.

Are you awake, Clara?

I dreamed about you.

Still sleeping?

Do you have class today?

Amelia says you have a major class this morning.

She scanned the screen expressionlessly.

She couldn't be bothered to scroll up.

Just as she was about to put the phone down, a new message arrived.

Clara, I bought soy milk and fried dough sticks.

I'm downstairs at your place.

No rush. I'll wait for you.

Sophia frowned.

She got up and walked to the balcony.

Ethan stood downstairs holding breakfast.

He seemed to sense her.

He suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met.

He opened his mouth to speak.

She slammed the window shut.

...

Sophia lay back in bed, eyes closed, feigning sleep.

She couldn't sleep, but lying down was still restful.

At exactly seven, she got up on time.

She washed up, changed clothes, and made a simple breakfast.

She finished eating before going downstairs.

Ethan's eyes lit up.

He quickly approached her.

"Clara, I got the soy milk and fried dough from your usual place."

"Too bad they're cold now. They need reheating."

Sophia's tone was flat. "I've already eaten. You deal with them."

Ethan wasn't annoyed. "Then I'll eat them."

"I'm not going to the company today. I'll take you to school."

"It's a three-minute walk from here to school. Do I need a ride?"

"Then I'll walk with you."

"Ethan, you—"

"Didn't you want to talk about signing? We can talk on the way."

Sophia was silent.

"Is that okay?" he pressed.

"Do whatever you want."

The man's lips curved into a slight smile.