Chapter 47- attachment

Love? Had she fallen in love with him?

Such a beautiful word, one she had longed for and anticipated countless times. But in this moment, Sophia couldn't even bring herself to contemplate its meaning. How could he have come to such a terrifying conclusion?

"I haven't, you're talking nonsense... I haven't fallen in love with you!" Sophia instinctively denied it.

He had already lifted the blanket and laid down beside her, his body's warmth pressed closely against her, his embrace solid and unyielding.

There was no distance left between them, their bodies intimately intertwined, but she had never associated this kind of closeness with love!

Weren't they just discussing the overpowering scent of alcohol and perfume on him? How had the conversation suddenly shifted to whether she loved him?

It seemed Capone had expected her denial, but he didn't push the issue, nor did he stop his movements.