CHAPTER 106

"Sophia…" I'd barely hung up the phone when Dexter started his act.

"Ow, it hurts." Dexter raised his hand to show me the wound on his wrist.

I suspected that he'd caught wind of my chat with Juliet and was now scheming to stop me from leaving.

"Didn't the doctor take care of it?" I held Dexter's wrist and glanced at it. "Why would hurt yourself when you know it's painful?"

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Dexter whispered, "Sophia, how about we move out and live somewhere else?"

He didn't want me to stay at the Black residence any longer and preferred to leave Ignatius there to fend for himself.

"We've got a place." He gazed at me with determination, wanting to convey to me that this was our home.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts and glanced around.

Not only were the flowers in the yard ones I loved, but even the room decorations were tailored to my preferences.