Sophia lifted her gaze, meeting his mocking eyes for a fraction of a second before quickly averting her own.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Yates,” she said, her tone calm but edged with steel. “If I ever decide to have a romance, it’ll only be after the divorce—the kind of love I don’t have to hide.”

Her lips curved faintly as she picked up the chart from the desk, flipping through the files with an air of detachment. “Rest assured, Mr. Yates, I’m not the ...