Chapter ninety seven

He walked into her home, and he loved the way she decorated things. There was this creativeness in her that he loved, at that moment.

“Please have your seat.” She urged him, and he did that, with pleasure.

The paintings on the wall, and the different writings, caught his interest, captured, and he continued staring.

“You can take your time, looking at them, while I prepare a cup of hot tea. The weather seems to be getting cold.” Sophie uttered, and Adrian nodded; not minding whatever she was going to bring to the table.

A few minutes after, the cup of tea was ready, and she served it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks.” He appreciated her.

Sophie then leaned against the sofa she sat on.

“So, are you certain that she has really backed out?” Sophie asked, out of curiosity, and majorly to bring up a topic, rather than allowing silence, reign.

“Well, it is her choice to back out or not. I have done what I ought to do, which is to tell her the consequences. So, if she is ready to experience the conse