Colette snapped back to reality when James confronted her. She hurriedly shoved the love letters into the drawer. Then, she stammered, "I-I'm just trying to tidy the study for you…"
James did not appreciate it at all. In an icy tone, he demanded to know. "Did you read the contents?"
She was taken aback. He seemed to care more about her reading the love letters.
His face progressively soured. She hurriedly shook her head. "No, I did not."
He relaxed after hearing her answer. Still, his voice was filled with rage. "Get out now. Do not touch my stuff without my permission."
"Sorry. I won't do that again." Bowing her head, she left his study without retorting.
She went back to her room. Lying in her bed, she thought of the love letters she found in the study. She hadn't heard of James having a crush on anyone. Ever since she was a kid, she never saw him with another woman, except for herself and Sophie.
Who did he write the love letters to? Were they for her?
Messy thoughts filled her head. She fell asleep slowly and woke up after midnight.
Colette heard some noises from the room next door. Sophie was back. She immediately perked up as she made her way to the bedroom door.
Colette's room was close to James and Sophie's. Since they did not shut their door, she could hear the sounds from their room.
She heard Sophie squeal in joy and surprise. "Wow, did you write all these love letters for me when I was away for two days?"
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