“Get me an ice pack,” Arthur said to the nearby maids, ignoring Emily.
“No, you cannot.” Hate flashed across Emily’s eyes.
In response, the maids merely remained where they were. “Do your job,” Arthur commanded as his eyes darkened.
There was no way any of them would dare go against a direct order from him. After all, they knew who the true person in charge was.
They hurriedly handed him an ice pack and a clean hand towel. He then headed upstairs with those items in hand.
Meanwhile, Emily was gnashing her teeth. She was certain this was all just one of Sophia’s ploys to seduce Arthur.
No way! The only person allowed to be Mrs. Weiss was her. No one could steal
the title away from her.
Sitting down on the bed, Sophia gingerly touched her swollen cheek. Pain flared up
at the slightest touch.
Just then, she heard footsteps coming toward her room. When she looked up to find Arthur entering her room, she quickly turned away to hide her swollen cheek.
He thrust a towel-wrapped ice pack into her view. “Hold it against your cheek.”
She took the ice pack and held it against her cheek. She let out a hiss at the sensation before looking up at him and saying. ‘She’s right.”
“What? Do you not know how to fight back when you are hit?” There was a weird mocking tone in his voice. He moved to sit down on the chair opposite her.
“It’s not that. Of course, it is not right for her to hit other people. I meant to say that she was right in telling you to not save me when I am in danger,” she clarified.
“Why?” He frowned.
“I had only rolled down a gentle slope today, but what if I had fallen off a high cliff?” she sighed. “Hence, when you saved me, I was scared. What if you were seriously hurt?”
He had to admit that she had a great imagination. Still, she was right. If he died trying to save her, he would have lost everything.
Even so, upon closer inspection of his feelings, he realized he had never once wondered if he should save her.
He had gone to save her without hesitating at all.
It was just like when she nearly drowned in the sea. He had raced toward her without hesitation and offered any help he could provide.
Frankly speaking, even he found his behavior odd. He was someone who cherished life, so why did he risk his life time and time again for Sophia?
When he eventually left the room, Sophia received a call from her mother. Her father had gotten into a car crash
that morning and was hospitalized for some broken bones.
She swiftly headed to Arthur’s room, making her way in without even asking for permission. Behind the door stood Arthur, who was only dressed in his underwear while still dripping wet from his shower. He had been planning to put on some proper pants when the door opened.
Startled, he swiftly grabbed his towel and hastily wrapped it around his waist to cover his crotch. “Who said you could come in?”
When she realized what she had walked in on, she hurriedly turned away. Even so, she still saw a glimpse of his black underwear. With a blush burning on her cheeks, she replied, “I’m truly sorry, Young Master Weiss. I did not mean to do this.”
He thought she was doing it intentionally, though.
He picked up another towel to dry his hair with before sitting on the couch. He
turned around to stare at Emily while his body remained half-naked.
“I got a call from my mother. My dad was in a car crash, and some of his bones were broken! I want to go home to visit him.” She turned to look at him with pleading eyes.
He stroked his chin, showcasing his jawline as he did so. “How many days?” he asked.
“Three days. I just need three days.” After all, she did not dare go overboard with its finances.
“Okay. Come back to me in exactly three days. If you dare dilly-dally or forget to come back, there will be consequences.” His lips curled up in an obvious warning.
Her heart was racing fast. She never thought of running anyway.
She carried her belongings back downstairs when Emily stopped her from leaving, “No one said you could leave,” she said. “Excuse me, but I have some urgent family business,” Sophia politely replied.
