Nonetheless, Arthur felt somewhat insecure with the lady‘s wiggling body right behind him, wondering
what magic she had that made him feel aroused. Is she purposely trying to turn me on? Sensing the
feelings Sophia had for him, he couldn‘t help feeling annoyed, as he suspected she was doing that
intentionally. “Sit still and quit moving.” He gave an order in a cold manner.
However, Sophia reckoned she could barely control herself because her legs were hanging freely in the
air. If she didn‘t wrap her arms tightly around his waist, she could fall from the horseback anytime.
“Thanks for having come to my rescue last night, Young Master Weiss.” Sophia tried to start a
conversation with the man.
“I haven‘t seen anyone as dumb as you are.” Arthur grunted coldly.
Sophia then pursed her lips and smiled, feeling glad that the man was himself because he always
called her dumb when they were together. However, instead of showing her disgust, he used that as a
reason to love her and show her all the care she needed. Therefore, now that Arthur still called her
dumb, she couldn‘t help but wonder whether she was really as dim–witted as the man thought. “I have
to admit that I‘m dumb.” Sophia smiled in response.
“How did it feel for people like you as you grew up?” Arthur curiously looked at her.
In that instant, Sophia found those words somewhat familiar, as if he had asked her the same question
before. She then smiled helplessly and replied, “I guess I didn‘t have a choice. I wasn‘t dumb until I met
you.”
With his eyes looking forward, a smile flashed across Arthur‘s face as he wondered how she could
shamelessly put the blame on him for being dumb.
In the meantime, Emily was sipping a cup of coffee in the cafeteria at the turf club when the person in
charge suddenly approached her and said, “Here you are, Miss Jennings. Are you here for some horse
riding today?”
“Nope. I‘m only here to take a seat.” Emily went on to ask, “Is the turf club closed today?”
“Oh. No, it‘s not. Instead, it was Young Master Weiss who ordered us not to let anyone else in.”
“Why?” Emily asked in surprise.
“Because Young Master Weiss wants to have some solitude. He is actually on the turf.”
When Emily heard that, she nearly spilled the coffee in her hand, appearing surprised. “What did you
say?! Young Master Weiss is on the turf?!”
“Yes, he is. In fact, he‘s been there since this morning until now, and it‘s been almost 2 hours.”
Upon hearing that answer, Emily bit her lip in a panicky manner and said, “I have a friend who just went
for a horse ride. Hurry up and send someone to fetch her back. She is not too good with horse riding.”
Deep down, she was praying hard for Sophia not to run into Arthur, knowing she would be blamed if
anything happened to Sophia.
“Alright, I‘ll send someone to get your friend right now.” The person in charge replied, shifting his eyes
to the window before he noticed a familiar figure. “Wait a minute. It‘s Young Master Weiss. He is back,
and there is a lady sitting behind him. Is that your friend?”
On the other hand, Emily was glaring at the lady right behind Arthur intimidatingly, realizing it was none
other than Sophia. Damn it! I can‘t believe I just created an opportunity for Sophia and Arthur! She
angrily stomped off and exited the cafeteria, making her way toward Arthur. “You‘re back, Artie.” Emily
greeted Arthur, as if nothing had ever happened.
As soon as Arthur got off the horse, the groom came closer and held the lead line around the horse‘s
head to keep it still, whereupon he reached out his arms to carry Sophia off the horseback. When her
feet touched the ground, she hissed in pain, stunning Arthur, who quickly carried her in his arms again.
At the same time, he looked at the person in charge and said, “Get the driver ready. Her leg is injured.”
“You said you wanted to try some horse riding, Miss Goodwin. So, how was it?” Emily gave Sophia an
evil eye in a hostile manner, wanting to make the latter admit that it was her own mistake to ride the
horse unsupervised, which had nothing to do with her.
In the meantime, Sophia knew what Emily was implying, but despite her rage, she couldn‘t dispute the
fact that Emily was the one who was about to become Arthur‘s wife. In order to protect Arthur‘s
reputation, she answered, “I fell down from the horse myself and got hurt, but don‘t worry about me,
Miss Jennings. I‘ll live.”
“Artie, I could tell Henry to take Miss Goodwin home while I go on a horse ride with you,” Emily said,
feeling jealous at the sight of their arms around each other‘s waist and neck.
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