Chapter 67

As soon as I made that dark joke, Sophia's expression changed completely. She waved her hands frantically, "Samuel, you can't say things like that!" Seeing how worried she looked, I couldn't help but smile and say, "Fine." Only then did she seem to relax. I led Sophia into my small rental apartment, and as she sat down, I poured her a glass of warm water. "Samuel, if you have any tasks lately, just let me know! I've got plenty of free time," she said with a grin. "Do you think we should get a studio space?" I looked at her, surprised, and she quickly waved her hands again, "I was just bringing it up. If you don't think it's necessary, just forget I mentioned it." I chuckled. "Relax! You don't have to hold back with me. Just tell me whatever's on your mind." "As for a studio, we'll probably need one eventually, but maybe not right now. We're just getting started, and… well, I don't know when…" My voice trailed off when I saw her expression shift, a faint frown suggesting she didn