Chapter 42

Sophie’s pov ; Sir gestured for me to sit, and I did, feeling the tension in my shoulders slowly ease. He leaned in, his large hand gently pinching my chin, his touch sending an unexpected wave of warmth through me. The eye drops hovered above my eyes, but then his gaze shifted, lingering on the redness in my eyes from the tears I’d tried to hide earlier. He must have noticed the way I rubbed my cheek. Before I could even react, his fingers were on my face, pinching my cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. I jolted in surprise, not expecting the sudden contact, my lips pouting in confusion. “Sir, what are you doing...?” I stammered, my words muffled as I tried to wriggle away from his gentle grasp. His gaze softened, his fingers moving over my face with such care that it made my heart flutter in spite of myself. “You’re so soft,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing over my cheek as though I were something precious. I squirmed a little, embarrassed by the attention, but his