The other man oozed charisma.
He knew exactly how Sophia Hart liked it.
His actions were effortless.
Sophia Hart was oblivious to Andrew Benson's subtle seduction tricks.
His face still wore a gentle smile, but his eyes were cold, "Sophia Hart, I don't care who you marry, but to get away from me, you'd rather choose a man who loves playing with women? You really are ruthless."
He sat on the sofa, his presence almost crushing as he stared at Sophia Hart.
Faced with Andrew's piercing gaze, Sophia felt a twinge of weakness, but it didn't show on her face.
She said calmly, "Andrew, whatever you think, this is my choice. I have the right to decide who I marry."
Andrew stood up and narrowed his eyes slightly as he approached Sophia.
Sophia took a step back but was immediately wrapped in his arms, preventing her retreat.
His smile was tender, "Lavinia, don't say things that hurt people. Can you really say you don't love me?"