“Get me an ice pack,” Arthur said to the nearby maids, ignoring Emily.
“No, you cannot.” Hate flashed across Emily’s eyes.
In response, the maids merely remained where they were. “Do your job,” Arthur commanded as his eyes darkened.
There was no way any of them would dare go against a direct order from him. After all, they knew who the true person in charge was.
They hurriedly handed him an ice pack and a clean hand towel. He then headed upstairs with those items in hand.
Meanwhile, Emily was gnashing her teeth. She was certain this was all just one of Sophia’s ploys to seduce Arthur.
No way! The only person allowed to be Mrs. Weiss was her. No one could steal
the title away from her.
Sitting down on the bed, Sophia gingerly touched her swollen cheek. Pain flared up
at the slightest touch.
Just then, she heard footsteps coming toward her room. When she looked up to find Arthur entering her room, she quickly turned away to hide her swollen cheek.
He thrust a towel-wrapped ice pack into her view. “Hold it against your cheek.”
She took the ice pack and held it against her cheek. She let out a hiss at the sensation before looking up at him and saying. ‘She’s right.”
“What? Do you not know how to fight back when you are hit?” There was a weird mocking tone in his voice. He moved to sit down on the chair opposite her.
“It’s not that. Of course, it is not right for her to hit other people. I meant to say that she was right in telling you to not save me when I am in danger,” she clarified.
“Why?” He frowned.
“I had only rolled down a gentle slope today, but what if I had fallen off a high cliff?” she sighed. “Hence, when you saved me, I was scared. What if you were seriously hurt?”
He had to admit that she had a great imagination. Still, she was right. If he died trying to save her, he would have lost everything.
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