After having enough of the liquor, Arthur looked over to the young woman as he panted lightly, and another wave of urge suddenly surged within him.
Sophia had decided to leave the cellar at this point-she couldn’t make another mistake. But just as she took a couple of steps, Arthur suddenly tugged on her arm, causing her to turn and fall into his arms.
“You’re going to leave just like that after kissing me?” he questioned with a raspy voice.
Sophia’s eyes widened slightly, for his ravishing face was only inches away from her. The next second, his breath came at her. This time, it was his call. He held her chin and attacked her lips with a passionate kiss.
His initiative stupefied her. H-How is it that he’s making a move on me?!
Arthur couldn’t explain his behavior himself. He just went with what his heart told him. It told him to kiss her and not let her go, so much so that his static heart
burned ablaze. Even his soul was screaming to have her.
How is it that this woman can have me hooked on her so badly? Why can she make all my sobriety and rationality disappear?
Sophia knew him all too well. So while taking in his kiss, she perceived the change in his breathing and movements.
Suddenly, a red flag raised in her head, and she shoved him away. He couldn’t do something reckless at this time, or things would really get out of control for the both of them.
As much as she loved and craved him as well, she knew where to draw the line. She would never make such mistakes.
Having been shoved away, Arthur locked his gaze on her as he panted, saying with a husky voice, “Don’t refuse me. I know you need me too.”
Sophia had calmed down at this point, and she looked resolutely at him with pursed lips. “That was the alcohol just now. I’m sorry, but I won’t betray my
boyfriend.”
Arthur’s heart twinged in response. He had forgotten she had a boyfriend while he would be marrying Emily the following day.
“Please forgive me for offending you.” At that, Sophia turned to leave, but his deep voice came from behind the next second. “Do you really love your boyfriend?”
“Yes, I love him. I will never love any other man as much as him for the rest of my life,” she answered resolutely without turning around.
With that, she headed in the direction of the elevator and disappeared into the corner.
Arthur suddenly propped his arms against the table. Something was tugging on him, forcing him to arch his back and pant.
Sophia thought she had used up all her energy to return to her room. She was so exhausted that she didn’t have the energy to move to the couch. With her back
pressed against the door, she slowly slid onto the floor, then hugged her knees as tears rolled down from her tightly shut. eyes.
Meanwhile, at the Jennings Residence, Emily was so excited that she was having trouble falling asleep. She was currently sitting in front of the mirror, admiring her gorgeous face again and again. She was even trying to find the smile that would make her appear even more beautiful when she stood at the altar the following day.
To think she would officially become the young mistress of the Weiss Family from the next day on made her smile. Not only would she have an outstanding and perfect husband, but power and wealth also follow.
This was the day she had been dreaming of ever since she could remember. Finally, it would be coming!
Just then, Vera knocked on the door and entered. Upon seeing Emily still awake, she admonished, “Emily, hurry up and go to bed. Tomorrow’s your big day.”
“Mom, I’m not dreaming, am I? I’m really about to be married to Artie!” Emily held her chest, oozing happiness.
“Of course not. You’ll be pronounced his wife by tomorrow.”
Emily beamed in response. “Mom, you’re sure Goodwin won’t be attending the wedding, right? Actually, I kind of hoped she would. Then, she’ll be able to witness my happily ever after.”
“Look at you. Do you think you won’t have any more chances to flaunt in her face after your wedding?” Vera’s priority now was to see that the wedding would be held the following day successfully.
“You’re right.” A hint of malice flashed across Emily’s eyes, loathsome at the thought that Arthur was once Sophia’s, even though she now owned him.
