Chapter hundred three

Stood at the door of her apartment, the dim hallway light casting a soft glow on the worn carpet,

As Sophia escorted Fernando out of her apartment, the weight of their conversation lingered heavily in the air.

Fernando's apology hung between them like a fragile thread, his sincerity evident.

Fernando shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I am sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

His hand hovered over the doorknob, ready to make his exit.

Sophia stepped closer, her heart aching.

“Fernando,” Sophia reassured him, her tone soft yet firm. “I already told you—you have nothing to apologize for.

” She reached out, pulling him into an embrace. His warmth enveloped her, a silent gesture of understanding and forgiveness.

But life had a way of interrupting even the most poignant moments, their shared warmth was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Sophia's phone.

Startled, she reluctantly pulled away from Fernando, her hand diving into the pocket of her coat to ret

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