Page 267 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

“At school.”

I type back.

Julian: No.

Her response appears almost immediately.

Sophie: Of course.

I look at Theo. “Your mother predicted this.”

“I was hot.”

“That is an explanation, not a defense.”

He leans back against the seat.

“Can we get it tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

He nods, satisfied.

By the time we reach Sophie’s townhouse, Theo is telling me about a classmate who insists the model bridge they are building should use more glue. I barely understand why this has become a matter of principle, but I listen anyway because apparently this is part of my life now too.

Sophie opens the door before we reach it.

Her gaze moves from Theo to me, then down to the missing jacket.

“I see we failed the first assignment.”

Theo walks past her. “I forgot.”

Sophie looks at me.

“I was not there when he left the classroom.”

“You are very quick to establish jurisdiction.”

“I have learned from you.”

Her mouth curves.

The look lasts only a second, but I feel it anyway.

Theo disappears toward the kitchen and calls back, “Can we do the car after homework?”

Sophie raises her voice. “Homework first.”

“I already told him.”

She looks at me again. “Good.”

I step inside.

There was a time when entering this house felt like crossing into a life I did not understand. Now my jacket is already hanging in the hall closet. My coffee is in the kitchen. Theo’s unfinished project is waiting on the side table, exactly where we left it.

Somewhere between all the flights, meetings, pickups, dinners, and ordinary afternoons, I stopped feeling like a visitor.