The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 727

After saying goodnight to Sierra, Sophia set her phone aside, but she wasn't the least bit sleepy. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Sierra's words had definitely gotten to her.

Could she and Zachary really give it a try?

She tossed and turned in bed, which was when it hit her. She hadn't thought about those painful memories in a long time.

Did that mean… she could now give it a try?

She wondered if Zachary had gone to bed yet. It was late, after all.

Still unable to sleep, she sat up, raked her fingers through her hair, and slipped on her slippers before leaving the guest room.

In the living room, Zachary stood by the window with a mug of hot coffee in his hand, staring out into the night.

Sophia stopped and stared at him from a distance. At home, he liked to wear white dress shirts and black slacks. His shirt was tucked into his pants, and his sleeves were casually rolled up, exposing part of his arms.

His fingers were long and clean as he held the mug. His profile was sharp and well-defined. Whenever he took a sip, his Adam's apple moved subtly. His whole posture—relaxed, elegant—was stupidly attractive.

He looked deep in thought. Usually, even the slightest sound from her would make him react immediately. But tonight, even as she approached slowly, he didn't notice a thing.

It wasn't until he caught her reflection in the glass that he turned toward her. "Are you having problems sleeping again?" he asked in concern.

He reached out and took her hand, placing the warm mug into her palm. "Warm your hands with this."

"Why are you still up?" she asked. "And seriously, coffee at this hour? Are you planning to pull an all-nighter?"

"There's some work from Holt Group I need to finish up," he said, leading her over to the couch. "I'm pulling an all-nighter, so the caffeine helps. Are you having insomnia because of nightmares again?"

"I couldn't sleep," she said, shaking her head. "But no nightmares or anything."

He blinked. "Do you want me to play some music for you? Or maybe tell you a story to help you fall asleep?"

She shook her head. "No, that's okay. You should get to your work. I'll just stay here with you."

She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do or what she could do. She simply didn't want to go back to bed. She wanted to be with him.

He didn't insist, just ruffled her hair and said, "If anything's bothering you, promise you'll tell me."

She nodded. "Okay. I just want to be with you while you work."

"Then you should grab a sweater and put on some socks," he said gently.

"Okay." She nodded and went back to the guest room to put on a thicker top and some socks, then returned to the living room.

"Wait for me in the study," Zachary said. "I'll bring you a cup of warm milk."

He smiled softly and walked into the kitchen.

She stood there for a second to think, then made her way into the study.

The study wasn't very big, but shelves lined all four walls. A desk sat before one of them, clean and orderly. There was a computer, some neatly stacked files, a gray pen holder, and a photo frame atop it. Inside the frame was a photo of her.

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