Chapter 117

Ethan Roscente set down his wine glass, brows furrowed. Something felt off, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

"Sophia." His piercing gaze locked onto her. "You're hiding something from me."

Her heart skipped a beat. She forced a careless eye roll. "You're delusional."

"You always loved this vintage." His slender fingers tapped the crystal rim. "Yet tonight, you haven't touched it."

Her knuckles whitened around the napkin. "I'm on antibiotics. Not suicidal."

Ethan's eyes narrowed, unconvinced. But her calm facade gave him no opening—for now.

When the bill came, Sophia insisted on splitting it. Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He seized her wrist. "Do you do this with Sebastian Valdemar too?"

"You've been investigating me?" Her head jerked up, panic flashing in her eyes.

The reaction confirmed his suspicions. A cold smirk twisted his lips. "Afraid I'll discover your little secret?"

Sophia's hand flew to her abdomen—a telltale movement he didn't miss.

"So it's true." His voice turned glacial. "You and Sebastian—"

"None of your business!" Her voice rose sharply. "Even if we get married tomorrow, it's not your concern!"

Rage simmered in Ethan's gaze. Before he could retaliate, his phone rang abruptly.

The caller ID glared up at them: Isabella Valentine.

Sophia's lips curled in bitter amusement. Watch how his precious first love could instantly divert his attention.

Ethan frowned at the screen. After a beat, he answered.