A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

#Dressed in casual homewear, Sierra sat with her back to the sunlight. Her slender hands moved gracefully over the piano keys, her entire presence seeming

to glow.

By the time she finished playing a few pieces, Theo had unknowingly emptied his cup of coffee.

"Which piece do you think is best for the competition?" she asked eagerly.

Theo wasn't a professional pianist, but he had a keen sense of appreciation. Without hesitation, he offered his opinion. "The second piece was the best. It wasn't just smooth-it conveyed the deepest emotion and resonance."

She lowered her eyes in thought, then nodded in agreement.

With the decision made, the weight on her shoulders instantly lightened, and a smile spread across her lips. "Then, I'll go with that one. I'll send it to Ms. Anderson later.

"By the way, why aren't you at the office today?"

Setting his empty cup on the piano, he hesitated for once. "I have a gathering with some friends. I want to take you with me."

Her fingers, which had been idly pressing the piano keys, suddenly stilled. A deep, resonant note echoed in the room, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

He pressed further. "Will you come?"

She hesitated. Their relationship wasn't at the stage where she needed to meet his friends, but his feelings for her were becoming more and more evident.

And what about her? Did she like him?

She thought carefully. She didn't dislike him. Whether in moments of intimacy or daily life, there wasn't a single thing about him that repelled her.

Since their marriage, living together had been unexpectedly comfortable without any sense of unease.

If things could always remain this way, it wouldn't be bad at all.

She lifted her gaze to him. Her eyes traced his sharp features and his broad and sturdy shoulders. A phrase Madison had once mentioned suddenly surfaced in her mind "Theo is a rare catch of a man. You won't lose out."

Then, as she remembered the kiss from two days ago, her cheeks suddenly grew warm. "Alright, I'll go with you."

His gaze softened even more. She felt a rush of embarrassment and quickly looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.

While the two of them basked in their growing closeness, Benson and Sophie were caught in a completely different kind of entanglement.

For the past half month, they had done nothing but torment each other.

Benson still clung to the memory of his first love. Even with a child on the way, he refused to accept Sophie as his wife, showing no interest in the wedding preparations.

Janet had never liked Sophie to begin with. Even under Edward's orders, she handled the wedding arrangements half-heartedly.

Sophie, who had once held great expectations, was left deeply disheartened. At this moment, she was staring at Benson, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.noveldrama

"Benson, are you going to see Aunt Sierra? She won't meet you. Think about our child. Please, promise me you'll forget about her, okay?"

Her pleading did nothing to change Benson's mind. If anything, hearing her addressing Sierra as their aunt only made him more frustrated. Without thinking, he pushed her away.

Sophie instinctively shielded her stomach, stumbling two steps before barely regaining her balance. Her face paled in shock.

"Benson!" She looked at him in disbelief. For a brief second, Benson felt a flicker of guilt, but irritation quickly replaced it.

"I've told you I only love Cee. Yet you insist on clinging to me, complaining about this and that. If you're so unhappy, let's just call off the engagement."

As she saw the man she once loved now staring at her with nothing but disgust, Sophie's tears clung to her lashes. The words she had carefully prepared vanished from her mind.

"I-I just wanted the wedding to be grand... so we wouldn't have any regrets. Benson, I love you. Of course, I want you to care about me a little more."

This time, the tears in Sophie's eyes weren't an act-they were real.

Once, Benson might have felt something upon seeing her cry. However, he only found her draining. Without hesitation, he replied coldly, "You and I both know what you want—whether it is me or the wealth of the Gray family."