Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 665

Arthur, however, ignored Sophia and proceeded to clean up her wounds with at sterilized Q-tip. When he went on to apply the antiseptic, she hissed in pain. and gasped softly. ‘Ow, that hurts!”

The way she yelped was so suggestive that Arthur stopped and shot her a freezing look, as though angry that hist testosterone decided to react to her voice.

At present, neither of them noticed the fuming figure that stood on the second floor landing with her hand on the banister. Emily had been awakened by the ruckus downstairs, so she came out of her room and Sophia’s soft moans of pain. sounded. She then decided to head. downstairs only to see Arthur helping the girl clean her bleeding shins.

One could call it first-aid, but to Emily, who was so blinded by jealousy she could hardly think straight, Sophia was a cunning vixen who had resorted to such cheap acts to win over Arthur’s attention.

“What happened, Arthur?” Emily asked aloud, pretending as if she had been woken up by the commotion as she continued her way down the rest of the steps.

Sophia hurriedly rolled down the legs of her pajama pants and apologized, “Did we wake you, Miss Jennings? I’m terribly sorry for that.”

“Did something happen to you?” Emily asked, meeting the other girl’s gaze confrontationally.

“I fell and scraped my knees earlier, so Mr. Weiss helped me stop the bleeding,” Sophia answered frankly.

“Well, if you’re not bleeding anymore, then go back to your room,” Emily bit out grimly.

Arthur went to keep the first-aid kit while Sophia hurried up the stairs, but when she passed Emily, the latter grabbed her by the wrist and warned through gritted teeth, “Stay away from my man if you don’t want to end up in the sorriest circumstances known to man.”

Emily had said this so quietly that Sophia was the only one who could hear it, but the icy warning in her tone was not lost.

It was only after Sophia was released from her grip that she hurried up the stairs, baffled by how much untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted to tell her that she was a natural klutz and had no intention whatsoever of seducing Arthur.

Letting out an angry huff, Emily met Arthur at the bottom of the staircase and said, “I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. Stay up for a chat, Artie.”

“I’m tired,” Arthur said, handing her the bottle of milk he had taken from the fridge earlier. “Here, you can have this.”

He hadn’t actually been thirsty at all when he grabbed the milk. He had out of his bedroom when he heard gone footsteps coming down from the third floor, and as for the milk, it was nothing but chilled subterfuge.

Emily was furious. So, Artie would rather rendezvous with the maid than stay up