Chapter 14

Theodore Orlando gazed at Sophia Lowell, his eyes seeing traces of someone familiar in her features.

He sighed softly. "You're even more talented than your mother was. Completing a dual bachelor's-master's program in four years with a graduation project that stunned the industry—such achievements are rare."

Pausing, his voice tinged with regret. "When I heard you switched careers to become a secretary, I thought the architecture world had lost a rising star."

His broad hand rested on Sophia's shoulder as a relieved smile spread across his face. "Seeing you return puts my mind at ease."

Sophia lowered her lashes. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Professor."

"But..." Theodore suddenly frowned. "There's a three-month internship required at the Bayview campus first. Will that work for you?"

The mention of Bayview made Sophia's breath catch. She quickly composed herself. "That's fine. I lived there for two years before."

The city she thought she'd never set foot in again was now calling her back. At least switching industries meant no further ties to Ethan Roscente. In a metropolis that size, with them at opposite ends, the chances of crossing paths were negligible.

Theodore mused, "My son teaches graduate students there. I'll have him look out for you. It helps to know someone when you're new to a place."

He hid his matchmaking intentions. With his son nearing thirty and still single, what father wouldn't worry?

Sophia almost declined but relented under her mentor's concerned gaze. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

The next day, Sophia flew to Bayview. Though winter break wasn't over, the campus already buzzed with visitors. After a quick orientation, she rented an apartment near the university district.

The constant travel exhausted her pregnant body. Just as she settled to rest, the doorbell rang.

Peeling off her face mask, she opened the door to Vivian Ashcroft's dramatic embrace. "Darling, I've missed you to death!"

Sophia dodged her kiss and swatted away her ice-cold hands. "Keep your distance. Pregnant women can't afford colds."

"What?!" Vivian's eyes bulged. "You're serious?"

Sophia tossed her the ultrasound. "See for yourself. Your future godchild's debut appearance."

Vivian squinted at the grainy image. "This blob tells me nothing." Then she lowered her voice. "Who's the father? Don't tell me it's that bastard Ethan Roscente."

Sophia arched a brow. "Who else?"