was not a single masculine product to be found.
As casually as she could manage, she turned her attention back to the butler, who now stood formally by the bedroom door. ‘Where’s Javier’s room?’
‘At the end of the west wing. Would you like me to show you around the rest of the house?’
It placed a great strain on all her facial muscles to pull a smile to her face but she managed it. ‘No, thank you, Julio. I’m sure you have work you need to be getting on with. I’m happy to explore on my own.’
‘If you are sure?’
‘I’m sure.’
After asking once again if she required anything and giving instructions on how to contact the staff for when she did, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
When she was alone, the smile on Sophie’s face dropped and she folded her arms protectively around her belly.
So much for them creating a real marriage. Javier had stuck her as far away from him as he could get her.
JAVIER SENSED SOPHIE’S presence the moment he stepped through the front door.
There was nothing of her in his eyeline, everything in the same spotless order it was always in, but he could feel her there nonetheless, as if she had arrived and imprinted herself on the walls. If he closed his eyes he could smell her perfume.
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