Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 789

Arthur‘s breathing was somewhat irregular as he struggled to recollect the past. Where else have I seen this face except in the photos on my phone? Is there something I can‘t recall?

“Never mind. Suppose this is how you break up, fine. I‘ll accept it. But I still want to hear from you. Have you never loved me before? Just answer yes or no.” Sophia gave up, for there wouldn‘t be anything that would make her more hopeless than she was when he announced his marriage.

In preparing to confront Arthur, she had come to terms with the fact that this truth, however painful it might be, is sole of concern to her; she intended to let time heal the wound. She had no regrets about loving or devoting herself to him, even if it meant living the rest of her life for him.

“Say it! Yes or no?” She abruptly extended her hand and pushed him, asking, “Arthur Weiss, are you a man?”

His tall, slender frame retreated as if he were being rocked by her force.

“I don‘t feel like answering that question.” Arthur shook his head and then turned around and wanted to leave.

“Don‘t go.” Suddenly, Sophia ran over to him and, seemingly out of her mind, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and pleaded with him, “Don‘t go, okay?”

Stunned, Arthur looked at the delicate arms around his waist and felt strange. Why am I not against her intimacy?

These days, Emily often found opportunities to make out with him, but whenever she touched him, he would have a sensation of reluctance. But at that moment, he realized that he did not reject this girl physically or mentally; the realization that his body created a favorable impression on her confused him.

Who is she? Why is she on my phone, and why did she say she‘s my girlfriend? But when did I date her?

“I can answer your previous question,” Arthur said suddenly, as though he was annoyed by her pestering.

When Sophia heard that, she felt a shudder run through her entire body. She let go of her hand and took a step back before turning her head to look at him and waiting for his answer.

Arthur then straightened his shirt as though he detested her for wrinkling it.