Chapter 4

Sophia was sullen the whole way home.

Once home, she threw her bag on the sofa without a word, kicked off her high heels, and leaned against the sofa with her arms crossed, glaring at me coldly.

In the past, when she acted like this, I would have certainly tried to appease her with kind words, hanging up her bag and giving her a shoulder massage.

But today, I coldly watched her performance and walked straight to the bathroom to wash up.

"Stop right there!" she shouted shrilly, grabbing my arm.

"What's going on between you and that Emma?"

I shook off her hand, my tone icy: "Do I need to report my relationships to you?"

"What kind of attitude is this?" She glared at me, fuming.

"She calls you James, so intimately, and you give her such an expensive bracelet. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I sneered, "What, you're allowed to be all warm and caring with Lucas, but I can't catch up with an old friend?"

"Lucas is my friend, it's just normal social etiquette! What about you? You give her gifts, she looks at you lovingly, you two exchange glances, do you dare say there's nothing between you?"

She pressed on, her voice sharp enough to pierce my eardrums.

"What's between Emma and me is none of your business. As for you, you're in no position to question me when things are so unclear between you and Lucas," I retorted unwaveringly, my tone mocking.

"Don't forget, who was it clinging to him in the mall, not wanting to let go, remember?"

Her face flushed red then pale, but she couldn't say a word.

Seeing her like this, I felt a wave of irritation.

"Sophia," I said flatly, but still with a hint of coldness.

"Don't do unto others what you don't want done unto you. If you don't have evidence, don't make wild speculations about others. My relationship with Emma is open and aboveboard, unlike some people..."

I paused deliberately, looking at her flushed face, and said word by word:

"Who have a guilty conscience."