Chapter 43: Less Than a Gigolo

Hands on the bed's edge, Benjamin frowned gloomily at Sophia. "What are you crying about?" His deep and husky voice carried an undertone of barely discernible panic. Sophia closed her eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely down her cheeks and to be absorbed by the pillow. She didn't respond to Benjamin. Benjamin felt so frustrated. Did she despise him that much? Was she so against being alone with him in a room? Benjamin raised his hand, intending to wipe the tears from her face, but retracted it just before making contact. "I'll have Laura look after you." With that, Benjamin quickly stood up and left the master bedroom. Once Sophia heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing and was certain Benjamin had left, she finally relaxed. Turning in bed to hug the blanket, she dried her tears, a victorious smile playing at the corners of her lips. Humph, at least that jerk had a conscience. After composing himself in a guest room, Benjamin descended the stairs. Laura