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Chapter 2507

They stepped inside, and Sophia got straight to the point. “Alright, talk. Why did you do it?”

Jason shrugged off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and sank onto the couch. Behind him, the white wooden window frames looked

almost golden in the evening sun, bathing his silhouette in a soft, amber glow.

The light was warm and liquid, but when it hit the metal rims of his glasses, it turned cold and steely.

He fixed Sophia with a deep, unreadable stare. “I never thought you'd actuallye.”

Sophia let out a dry laugh. “Did you really think | wouldn't demand an explanation? I'm not about to sit around in the dark.”

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Jason didn’t say a word at first. Instead, he pulled out his phone, found a photo of her and Robin standing together in the sunset,

and set it on the coffee table between them. “Why did you see him again? What did you promisebefore | left?”

Sophia picked up the phone, her face shifting as the memory hit. The picture was from the night Hugo hadanized that class

reunion—the one she'd turned down. Later, as she was leaving work, Hugo and Robin had shown up at her office.

The photo was sharp, clearly taken from an angle where they wouldn't notice. Not the café across the street—probably Tina,

sneaking a shot. Tina must've sent it to Diana, and Diana, ever the pot-stirrer, had passed it along to Jason, managing to sow one

last seed of doubt even on her way out.

Sophia wanted to explain, but the whole thing seemed absurd.

“So, that’s it? You shutout because of a single photo?”

Jason's gaze was dark as midnight, heavy as he looked at her.

“Sophia, | waited for you for ten years. Twice, | told myself | had to let you go. The first twas when you chased after Robin here

to the States. The second was New Year's Eve, when | was waiting for you toe back and make dumplings with my family, and

Mrs. Jasmine toldyou'd gone back to London for Robin. Both times, | told myself | was done—that | couldn't keep waiting for

you.”

A flicker of pain passed through Sophia's downcast eyes, but her voice was flat, controlled. “So this is the third time? You planning

on giving up for good?”

Jason didn’t answer, just stared at her.

Sophia set the phone down, stood up. “Then go ahead. Give up.”

Jason's head snapped up.

But Sophia didn’t look back. She turned and strode toward the door.

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