Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 653

Sophia turned to look at Arthur and asked, “Hey, do you know what the ocean said to the shore?”

He narrowed his eyes as he pondered on this, and his curiosity was piqued when he could not think of an answer. “What did the ocean say to the shore?”

“Nothing, it just waved!” She burst into laughter, clearly amused by her own silly humor.

Just then, Arthur sputtered and started laughing, and at once, the moon lost all its beauty.

Sophia gaped at him with wide eyes, entirely stunned by his pearly whites and his open smile. He looked carefree and captivating.

In truth, he was rather astonished by how her laughter, which was in no way demure or ladylike, only prompted his

own. Son of a gun, he thought.

At that moment, her brows raised in amusement as she tilted her head to one side and appraised him openly. No woman had ever looked at him like he was a piece of art on full public display. before. Because of that, he grew self conscious and quickly asked, “What are you staring at?”

She giggled. “You. You’re quite the looker.”

As though wanting to get back at her for making him laugh earlier, he scoffed and pointed out haughtily, “Yeah, and I’m way out of your league.”

She blinked at him and she couldn’t help arguing, “I never wanted you to be in my league in the first place.”

Arthur turned to head back into the cabin, but that was when he heard Sophia mutter triumphantly, “I think it’d be more accurate to say I’m way out of your league. Always will be.”

He stopped in his tracks and threw an icy look at her over his shoulder. “Please, I can easily make you mine whenever I want.”

She blushed, completely caught off guard by his confidence, but she did not want to lose either. Her quick wit made her retort, “And by the time you make me yours, wouldn’t you be mine as well? So, I win either way.”

He was starting to think that this was her idea of a pick-up line. He scoffed primly and refused to be lured into this ridiculous banter. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t actually care about making you mine.”

“Which then brings us back to the question of who’s out of whose league,” she said without missing a beat as a devious smirk tugged on her lips. “But it looks like we’ve come to a draw.”

Arthur pursed his lips into a grim line and did not try to continue this debate with her.

“You know, Young Master Weiss, I don’t think I ever got your name. Think we’re close enough to be on a first-name basis, yes?” Sophia asked, leaning forward as if to pick up on the most salacious gossip.

Bemused, he did not withhold this information and replied, “The name’s Arthur.”

Arthur. Arthur Weiss. She tried it out in her head and decided that it had a good ring to it, then pressed further, “So, did you grow up in the city or are you from out of town?”