The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

“Mr. Harring-ton?” I stuttered, a bit baffled to see him

here.

I nervously looked at his stoic cold face, my insides freez- ing by the mere weight of it.

Gosh that man really doesn’t like me.

“Stuttering like an idiot. Are you going to let me in or gaze at me like an illiterate?” He said curtly with no emotion in his voice.

I blinked. And then blinked again.

I had an option to send him away for being rude to me and expect a good greeting in return.

But then I stupidly thought that maybe if I spoke to him nicely and acted nicely, perhaps maybe the old man would grow to like me and would support Aiden and I’s relationship.

But boy was I wrong….

I forced on a smile though it cracked with fakeness as I opened the door and ushered him to come in.

He looks around the living room area and his nose turned up as he took a step in.

“In here has an odd stench.” He said bluntly and closed the door behind him.

I looked at him a bit confused. “Oh, aren’t you inviting the two men to come in too?”

No. They’re my bodyguards, I don’t need them in here.” Sergio said, skimming his cold eyes over my figure.

His eyes stopped on Ashton who was busy playing with the rose in his hand. Sergio looked displeased.

“The child didn’t go to school.” His tone held a scowl and his face tightened.

I smiled awkwardly, the coldness in his tone and gaze get- ting to me a little. “No. The teacher suggested that we leave him home for a few days to get a hundred percent.”

Sergio nods, his lips curling and he glared at me.

“Sorry to come on such a short notice.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all. Especially with the way he looked at me in disgust.

Still, my foster mother taught me to respect my elders, so I answered him without hostility, very opposite of how he spoke to me. “No that’s fine. Though I will let you know that Aiden isn’t here, he went to the office.”

Sergio nose turned up in a snotty way. “That’s fine, I didn’t come for Aiden.”

smile left my face as my brows furrowed in clueless- ness.

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glaring at

stare would’ve killed those roses

seconds.

Mr. Harrington. I am truly sorry for

eyes fall on me and daggered me with irritation and

to be reminded of

away from him awkwardly and a

held Ash in my arms. There was no way

Sergio hated me.

I was alone.

smirk when he got the reaction he

school as my grandson….” He trailed off and looked around the room

the

was smart and powerful enough to put two and two together quickly. I just didn’t know that he would’ve

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roses, my grandson overdid himself. How many

asked in

I said softly as I

phone rings in the pocket of the shorts I thankfully placed on after the

reluctant to answer it, not

if

his hands in the

you.” He instructed, nudging his head

of my lips and fished out my phone.

“It’s Aiden.” I whispered.

mention

steely.

staring at me with no emotion. How can a man be

how Aiden had been.

“Why?” I asked softly.

did he not want me to tell Aiden that he was here…unless….he

grew cold at such a

position

breath for a

“Isn’t that the truth? Why are you surprised

pulling me out

phone. I know you’re not the brightest but surely you can act calmly?”

Ash who was still playing with the rose, oblivious to

I didn’t want to act tough now when my son