“Your hands! How did you hurt your hands?” Emily let out a painful shriek when she saw the scrapes on Arthur’s hands.
Meanwhile, Sophia lowered her head. After all, he was only hurt because of her.
“It’s nothing. We’ll deal with it when we get back.” Arthur then led Emily back to the car. As she got in, she said, “Artie, I want to ride in the same car as you.”
“I’m covered with dirt,” he merely replied before closing the door in her face.
She then watched as he turned to the second car of the group and joined Sophia in her car. Her eyes were blazing with rage. Was a simple maid better than her now?
They started on the journey back.
Sophia could not handle it any longer.
Driving downhill was even more frightful than their ride up. She clutched tightly to the handlebars in the car and looked away from the road ahead.
On the other hand, Arthur was as calm as one could be. He had the utmost faith in his bodyguards’ driving skills. Once the cars were finally back on smooth, paved roads, they sped off toward the city like horses dashing through the night.
It was dark outside by now. After an eventful day, Sophia was exhausted. Even though Arthur was sitting right beside her, she could not help but fall asleep.
While she was dozing off, her head lolled to the side and leaned against his shoulder. Instead of pushing her away, he just let her be.
She spent the entire journey back sleeping. By the time they arrived back at the mansion, it was around seven o’clock.
Someone gently patted her cheeks. “We’re home, Sophia.”
She opened her eyes and blinked away her drowsiness. When she realized she had been sleeping against his shoulder, she immediately sat up straight.
Goodness! Had she spent the entire journey sleeping on Arthur’s shoulder?
Emily’s two maids immediately came to greet them as they stepped through the doors.
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