A hint of mischief flashed across Arthur‘s eyes as he dared the young woman. “Who cares if I do?
Unless you take the lead without saying no to anything tonight, I won‘t call you ‘puppy‘ ever again.
You‘re not allowed to refuse anything.”
“Alright, I won‘t say no then,” asserted Sophia with integrity despite her crimson face.
At that, Arthur stood right up, gave her a tug, and carried her bridal style into her bedroom, where they
would have a passionate exchange for the night.
Sophia was already sound asleep in the dead of the night, spent yet content. However, Arthur couldn‘t
sleep at all.
He pulled his phone out and checked the abundant text and missed calls. He knew he couldn‘t delay
his trip home any further, for they were awaiting him to ascend as the head of the Weiss Family. This
was his life event, and he had to show up.
With that, Arthur grabbed the pen and paper beside and wrote a hand–written letter. After placing it on
the bedside table, he leaned over and gave his beloved a peck on the forehead, whispering, “Wait for
me.”
..
The Weiss bodyguards had been waiting downstairs all this while, and upon seeing their young master
coming out, they heaved a sigh of relief.
“Young Master, the plane is still waiting for you.”
“Let‘s go.” At that, he looked at the apartment complex behind him, specifically at the dimly lit window,
before reluctantly getting into the car to leave.
Moments later, a massive, dark gray private jet shot into the sky and disappeared into the night.
Meanwhile, Sophia had a sweet dream as she hugged the covers, feeling the lingering warmth of it. In
her dream, she found herself in a wedding gown, holding Arthur‘s arm as they toasted their guests.
When morning came, Sophia habitually shifted to the side and even stretched her hand over, only to
touch a slightly cool bed sheet. The strangeness instantly stirred her, and she sat right up upon seeing
the flat mattress.
The dead silence of the apartment caused a premonition to arise within her. With that, she got out of
bed, searching in the not–so–spacious room before finally finding Arthur‘s hand–written letter on the
bedside table.
‘Sophia, I have an urgent matter to attend to back home, but trust me when I say that I‘ll return to you
soon. Once I settle my family‘s affairs, I will come and take you back to Flor to plan our wedding. Love,
Artie!‘
Sophia relaxed a little after reading the letter. However, his French leave made her rather indignant.
Then again, if he really bid her goodbye, she would only feel even more horrible and reluctant to part
with him, wouldn‘t she?
This letter would instead give her strength and security.
Naturally, she would wait for his return patiently. It was fine even if he didn‘t return soon, for she would
already be joyous as long as he came back to her.
Meanwhile, inside a majestic manor in Flor, Arthur showed up in a black suit with brilliant embroidery
on the hem of the suit jacket, reflecting his honorable status.
Martha, on the other hand, was relieved when she saw that Arthur had returned. She sized the young
man up with no intention of reprimanding him whatsoever and thought he was doing pretty well.
“Grandma.” Arthur went up to his grandmother and gave her a hug.
However, Martha gave him a shove, not wanting to get over it so quickly. “Alright, don‘t think you can
get away with this. I‘m not buying it.”
“I‘ve missed you so much, though, Grandma.” Arthur continued to butter up the elderly woman, causing
her feigned sternness to turn into a beam instantly. At that, she gave him a playful whack. “As if I still
mean something to you! You rascal! Do you even remember where your home is when you‘ve been out
there for so long?”
Just then, an excited figure dashed over from outside. Emily happened to be visiting, and she dashed
right over upon hearing Arthur‘s return.
“Artie, you‘re finally back!” Surprise and grievance filled Emily‘s eyes.
“Emily, why don‘t you stay for dinner tonight?” Martha offered.
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