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Sophia was still fuming at Marissa and Rafael. The innocent angels just wanted their favorite brands of candies.
Why so much strictness on candies?
Yes, she knew she was not their mom. But she was their aunt. She might not be allowed to make decisions for them, but aunts were supposed to spoil their nephews and nieces.
She pped on the steering wheel in frustration and looked ahead.
She was on her way to the superstore when spotted a convoy of trucksden with the whitest wood nks and a few elegant pieces of white furniture, <b>heading </b>towards the way that led to White Pce.
“Shoot! Is it sold? No way!” She needed to tell this to Marissa and picked up her phone abruptly but then she reminded herself that she was mad at her friend. Those sweetest kids had gotten a loaded daddy, and he couldn’t even buy them sweets.
Pathetic!
And why were theyughing secretly as if I was also a kid?
Without a second thought, she veered her car sharply onto a side road, following the trucks. She was very much interested to see what changes the new owners were making to it.
She and Marissa had spent almost five years in Kanderton, and this White Pce had been their favorite. During Marissa’s pregnancy days, they used toe here a lot. Marissa used to look at it and tell her that one day she wanted to build a simr house for her kids.
There were so many memories with the White House, a house that stayed without an owner for
<b>so </b>many years.
After reaching the sight, she killed the engine <b>and </b>got out of the car. Today the giant gates of the pce were opened, and anyone could have a clear view of thewns and gardens. A big garage was also there on the side of the property.
“What if I talk to theborers and ask them to let me bring my friend for once? I can give Marissa
a tour of the house.”
She walked ahead in a trance, looking around, when she spotted a handsome man amidst all theborers who were trying to talk to him at once.
He was giving some instructions to the headborer, making wild gestures with his hands. Dressed in a cream colored branded shirt and ck dress pants, he was a distinguished looking man. His eyes were covered behind dark shades.
However, his movements halted midway when he found her standing there observing them.
“<b>Yes</b>?”
All the workers turned to look at her making her a little uneasy.
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He muttered something to those workers and then walked up to her, “Yes. It’s sold.”
He ced his hands in his pockets, “Why?”
“I… my family… we all like it so much… I just wanted to meet someone who is rted to the owners, her eyes were darting around taking in the outdoor beauty of the house, and then went to his face, “Are you the owner?”
She couldn’t maintain the smile when felt his eyes turning a little intense, “Sort of
She nodded and her mind started racing.
How to ask him if he is single or in a rtionship? No doubt, he was a good looking man.
Think of it, Sophie. Think hard!
“Umm… I… I am a gynecologist…” she informed him, and he didn’t say anything.
“I just wanted to tell you this… if… if you have a wife… a pregnant wife or a pregnant girlfriend. then I’ll be very happy to help you”
A trace of smile touched his lips and a knowing look crossed his facial features.
“Nice try!” he whispered.
She couldn’t even see his eyes and didn’t know what their color was.
“Sorry? What did you say?”
“Nothing, ma’am. I’m single,” atst he took off his shades and Wohoo!
Blue eyes.
“Oh, good to know, she reached out to hold his hand. He raised a brow and looked down at her hand that she quickly pulled back, “I mean if there is anyone… in your life… who you get pregnant… I’ll be there… for you…”
Shit!
Goodness! What was the matter with her? Why was she stuttering so badly? Come on, Sophie!
You. Are. A damn. Doctor! <i>Get </i>a <i>grip</i><i>. </i>She scolded herself.
She quickly tucked her hair strands behind her car.
“I’m sorry. I think I should leave,” She tried to act somberly and turned around to walk away.
Jerk! He could have asked for my contact number. Fine! I also don’t want such lousy men in my
life.
She headed to her car when he called her from behind, “Ma’am?” Sophie smiled but didn’t turn.
around.
“Yes?”
“Your phone…!” the moment he said the words she spun around trying to control the big shaky
grin.
“Yes. My phone number? I don’t remember…
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He started shaking his head, this time with a small grin, “No, ma’am. Your phone. You have dropped it.”
When she saw him in confusion, he came closer and knelt to pick up her phone..
“Oh,” her mouth made a small O, “I didn’t realize when…”
“It’s ok,” he said gently, “Let me walk you to your car.”
”
Sophie didn’t try to smile this time. Her car wasn’t far away, it was just a few steps away.
Like a gentleman, he opened the car door for her, “May I know your name?” Sophia’s heart
missed <b>a </b>beat.
“Sophie… Sophia…”
“So, Dr. Sophia. Can I invite you for coffee or dinner someday? And please I need your contact details too,”
Sophia this time chuckled shaking her head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a despo.
He understood.
“I know,” he held the door open as she settled into the car, “Safe travels.”
Sophia rolled down the window after he closed the door, “Thanks, mister. By the way, who are.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.
you?”
“My friend purchased this property for his beloved wife,” he replied with a warm smile, “I’m Joseph,”
“Nice meeting you, Mr. Joseph,”
With that Sophia gently moved the car forward and nced in the rearview mirror.
Joseph was still standing there, their gazes met for a moment before she looked ahead again.
“Damn!” she cursed under her breath, “I forgot to take his phone number. Just die, Sophie!”