SOPHIA’S POV
It had been three days since Beverly was sent to a recovery centre.
In other words, it was the best three days of my life. I went to work every morning with a burden off my shoulders and spent all night with my husband.
I rolled up my yoga mat and stepped into the bedroom. Jace was lying on the bed, pretending to work on his laptop.
“Don’t pretend like you weren’t watching me stretch,” I said, keeping the rolled up mat in the corner.
He raised his head, a smirk already on his face. “It’s within my rights, love.”
I walked toward the dresser, untying my hair and shaking it loose. “Rights come with responsibilities, Mr. Thorne. Like making breakfast while your wife sweats her soul out.”
He closed the laptop, setting it aside. “You mean watching you sweat. That’s a priv
