“Artie’s family will be back in one month, Sophia. His grandmother would never allow a scheming woman near him. You had better leave on your own violation while you still can.” Emily coldly sneered.
However, her warning did not matter to Sophia at all since she had no plans to get anything from Arthur. The only thing she could ever want from him was his forgiveness.
She would be immensely grateful if Arthur could forgive and forget.
“No need to worry, Miss Jennings. I do not have any schemes for Young Master Weiss,” Sophia solemnly replied.
Emily scoffed. “Do you think your innocent face can hide your thoughts? I have already reported to Old Madam Presgrave about your schemes on Artie. Just you wait! You’ll be in for a bad time.”
By now, Sophia had lost all patience with this conversation. She rushed out the door, worried about her father.
At the hospital.
Drake Goodwin was in bed while his wife sat next to him. One of his legs was trapped in a cast.
“How are you doing, Dad? Is it very
serious?”
“It’s not that bad. I just need to rest for a month or two. Say, what have you been doing lately? Young Master Weiss did not make life hard for you, did he?” Tiana worriedly scanned her daughter up and down. She was relieved to find that Sophia had gained weight.
“I’m fine, Mom. I have been looking for that necklace with him,” Sophia replied in a placating tone.
In reality, Drake and Tiana were not doing well. They spent their days worrying as Drake had lost his company and owed a huge debt to the banks. However, they did not dare tell their daughter any of their woes.
Without the company’s dividends, the loan repayments were making life extremely hard for them.
Presgrave Residence.
It was Anastasia and Elliot’s first meal home after the wedding. Now that Harriet was an old woman, she discovered her liking for a lively environment.
After dinner, Anastasia took a stroll under the stars with Elliot. With the moon shining brightly down on their winding path through the woods, they felt an unprecedented joy.
He tightly linked his fingers with hers, as if she would disappear if he ever let go of her hand. After the wedding, he realized there was an even more beautiful and genteel aura that hung around her.
The more he looked at her, the more enthralled he was. Thank goodness she was his now.
She belonged only to him.
“Sweetheart.” He pulled her into an embrace,
“Hm?” When she looked up at him, she felt a kiss on her forehead.
She smiled and gazed deep into his eyes where she could see all the love he held. for her.
“Achoo!” Suddenly, she sneezed.
He immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “Don’t catch a cold.”
She chuckled. “I’m happy, even if I fall sick. That way, I can enjoy being taken care of by you.”
He let out a huff of exasperation and tapped her on the tip of her nose. “Don’t say that!”
They hugged each other for a while longer before the love in their eyes was slowly tainted by lust. “I asked Nigel to take care of Jared for tonight,” he rasped.
Naturally, Anastasia knew what Elliot meant by that. “Is that really okay?” she shyly asked.
“It’s the weekend tomorrow. We can sleep in.” He smiled.
As planned, Jared stayed the night with Nigel while Elliot’s black Bugatti sports
car raced back to their home.
Under the moonlight, the mansion glimmered with beauty. The lighting only ever made it seem grander and more mysterious.
He pulled to a stop in the underground garage, opened the door, and led Anastasia into the lift.
The entire villa was so quiet that their whispers echoed through the air as they listened to each other’s heartbeats.
When they arrived on the third floor, he swept her off her feet and carried her to bed. The embers that sparked to life during their stroll through the woods were still burning bright. If she did not help him put the fire out, he would be blazing with lust throughout the night.
The night eventually passed on and the morning soon came.
