A Battle of Wits

Ava's heart clenched—she hadn't expected Liam to figure it out so quickly. Remembering Augustus' warning not to damage the father-son relationship, she simply shrugged, keeping her tone light and casual. "You've mentioned divorce before. I just can't stand Sophia."

Liam's fingers traced slow circles along her spine, his warmth seeping through the fabric of her clothes. "Liar. I've been keeping my distance."

Ava curved her lips into a smile, but her eyes remained as cold as ever. "You and Sophia are a perfect match—childhood sweethearts, same background, same world. I was just a hired caregiver. Now that you've recovered, my job is done."