Page 228 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“Yes.”

She is moving too fast now, gathering her things without looking at me for more than a second at a time.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

“Sophie.”

“I need to get to my room, get my luggage, and figure out a flight.”

I stand.

She reaches for her shoes.

“What happened?” I ask.

“I told you, I got a call.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

Her mouth tightens.

“Julian, I really don’t have time for this.”

The words hit harder than they should.

I take a step toward her.

“Is this about last night?”

She looks at me, irritation flashing through the distraction on her face.

“No.”

“Because if you’re panicking about what happened—”

“I’m not panicking about what happened.”

“Then talk to me.”

“I can’t right now.”

I study her.

She looks genuinely rattled, but I still cannot tell whether I am part of the reason.

“I meant what I said last night,” I tell her.

“I’m not going to pretend none of it happened.”

Sophie exhales and looks toward the door.

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Then stop acting like you need to get away from me.”

Her eyes come back to mine.

“I need to go home.”