CHAPTER 11

Sophia’s POV

During the three months I’d spent in Paris, I had gradually settled into the rhythm of life here and discovered some joys in my daily routine, such as going to the mall with my friend Daniel.

“Don’t you need a new kettle?” Daniel asked, pointing at the display of kitchen equipment. We were strolling in the mall together after our classes at the university, picking out additional stuff for my apartment.

“Okay, let’s check it out.”

After a successful purchase, I was surprised when Daniel suddenly suggested that we visit the mother and baby section. But I knew I had to face it sooner or later, so I agreed.

Would Elijah want this baby? I wondered as I strolled among the cribs, strollers, and tiny outfits. He probably wouldn’t care if he knew. I’m glad I went to Paris where I can be far away from him.

“Oh, wow! Such charming teeny outfits!” a familiar voice exclaimed in a rather sarcastic way.

I turned around in dread, hoping it wasn’t who I thought it was. But my heart d