Aaron grasped her wrist, his brows furrowed deeply as his gaze fixed on her face, assessing her with quiet scrutiny.

After a long pause, he asked, “Who are you meeting?”

Sophia's lips curved into a faint smile as she tilted her head to look at him. “Mr. Ryker, didn’t we agree? We don’t interfere with each other’s private lives. Don’t worry, I’ll never cheat, and I won’t end up on the hot search with paparazzi photos.”

Just then, her ...