At ten in the morning, William strolled out of his room, casual as always, and sauntered down the staircase. He plopped onto the couch, stretching out comfortably, even propping his legs up on the coffee table. The faint hum of a car engine outside caught his attention, and he couldn't help but smirk as he imagined Sophia's expression. Yeah, his mood was definitely in a good place.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Blake walked in—followed closely by none other than an ...