Chapter 122

Sophie’s POV The plane had landed, but I was still lost in deep sleep. I must have looked ridiculous, curled up in my seat like a child, but I couldn't help it—the warmth of the cabin had lulled me into a peaceful slumber. I felt something warm drape over me, the familiar scent of cedarwood and mint surrounding me. Sir. I stirred slightly but didn't wake up completely. Somewhere in my hazy mind, I heard soft footsteps and the quiet murmur of voices. Then, before I knew it, I was being lifted effortlessly. Even in my half-asleep state, I recognized the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheeks. I let out a small sigh and nuzzled against his chest, feeling safe. Even in my sleep, I knew—I belonged here. As soon as we returned to London, my phone buzzed repeatedly. Brandon. I glanced at the screen and hesitated. After a few more rings, I finally picked up. "Hello?" Brandon’s voice came through, warm and eager. "Sophie, you’re back? I’d like you to visit t