NovelEnglishEven if Arthur had been manipulated, the imposing aura he exuded remained the same.
Hearing footsteps coming from the garden, he stopped and turned around to find a servant leading Sophia in his direction. He furrowed his brows slightly in response. What is this woman doing here, still wandering around in the garden at this late hour? Sophia fought hard to conceal the sadness and adoration in her eyes upon seeing him, and she lowered her head, not intending to greet him. She wanted to go to her room and lock herself in from here on, or she would go mad.
She grew increasingly miserable as the countdown to his wedding becshorter. She was tough but not tough enough to remain emotionless as she watched the man she loved deeply marry another woman.
“Stop.” A crisp voice cfrom behind her.
“Young Master Weiss,” the servant greeted him, then walked away astutely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSophia stood in the brightly lit hall with her back facing him, having no intention of turning around. Meanwhile, he cforth with steady footsteps and stopped in front of her. With one hand in his pocket, he lowered his eyes and sized her up.
“Why run away when you see me? Are you not going to say hi?” Arthur asked with irritation, causing Sophia to face away. “It's really late. | want to return to my room and rest.” Arthur suddenly felt frustrated. He checked his watch to find it was already 10.00PM, but he wanted to be with her for a while longer.
“Are you free? Joinfor a drink,” Arthur asked, to which she rejected resolutely. “No.” “Did you say you're my friend? We'll just have one glass as friends. | won't take up much of your time,” Arthur insisted.
Sophia shut her eyes and fought back the urge to keep him company. However, just as she wanted to turn him down again, Arthur clasped her wrist and dragged her to the wine cellar without another word.
Sophia had thought he was taking her to the dining room, but it quickly becapparent to her that she was wrong. This man had a lavish wine cellar in his basement, storing the best liquor around the world.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she looked at the dimly lit wine cellar with amazement.
“Do we have to drink here?” Sophia mumbled, causing Arthur to look over his shoulder at her. “Are you afraid I'll do something to you?” Sophia took a gander at him in response. Hadn't you already done everything you were allowed to? What else can there be forto be afraid of? She just thought, with her current position, they shouldn't be in the sroom.
Moreover, there weren't any servants here, like this was an isolated environment.
“Relax, | just want to grab a drink. | have no interest in doing anything else.” With that, he removed his jacket to reveal a dark-colored dress shirt beneath it, exposing his perfectly shaped body.
The warm golden lights enveloped him, making his handsface even more refined. He drummed his fingers beside the wine cablike he was picking his favorite liquor.
This scene intensified his noble temperament exceptionally.
His looks alone could infatuate a woman. However, if he was gentler and his gaze was more tender, no woman would be able to escape his grasp.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSophia suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and she looked away. She feared if she continued to look, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from running to him and hugging his waist from behind to feel the affection they used to share.
“What would you like to drink,” asked Arthur as he turned around.
“I'm good with anything.” She was just here to keep him company.
While smirking, he pulled a bottle of red wine out, then proficiently uncapped it. Following that, he took two wine glasses and filled them up before handing one to her.
Sophia had the urge to get wasted as she looked at the glass of red wine while standing in front of the wine cabinet. I'll only wake up tomorrow afternoon if | get drunk now, won't I? Then, | won't have to think about him marrying someone else.
At that, she took the glass from him and chugged it down her throat. He had picked out a sweet red wine; it tasted pretty smooth.
Arthur, on the other hand, looked at her with dismay while holding his glass of red wine. Does this girl even know how to drink wine? Such a fine wine, but she’s gulping it like it is water!
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