Chapter 612

Even the bodyguard couldn’t stop Sophia from falling into Arthur’s embrace with his quick movements.

Before Arthur realized it, he had a girl nestled in his arms. She rested her head on his chest and her
arms wrapped around his neck.

“Master.” The bodyguard tried to pull her away from Arthur, knowing that he despised any woman who
approached him.

“Don’t touch me.” Even though she was drowsy, she hadn’t lost consciousness yet and growled at the
bodyguard.

Arthur glared at the bodyguard and motioned for him to leave before he removed Sophia’s arms from
his neck. She immediately cuddled him again.

“Hands off, Sophia Goodwin,” he warned as he had never been a fan of such intimate encounters.

She would undoubtedly fall if she let go of him due to her being drowsy. He lowered his head, and they
were so close to each other that their gazes locked.

Sophia’s most beautiful feature since she was a child had always been her eyes, with bright pupils that
shone like black pearls, illuminating beneath them. When she smiled, her eyes resembled the crescent
moon.

Since they were at such a close proximity, Arthur was staring intently into her lovely eyes. They were
as clear and captivating as they had always been, making his heart skip a beat.

At this point, she beamed at him, as her black pearly eyes were shaped into two crescent moons. One
could never get bored of the innocence that danced in her eyes.



The bodyguard standing next to them was taken aback. He’d never seen his master stare at a woman
for so long, and folks of the opposite gender would always maintain a distance of three feet away from
him, let alone hug him.

While Sophia was still smiling, she was abruptly shoved aside and fell to the ground before moaning,
“Ouch!”

“Don’t approach me without my permission next time,” Arthur said coldly, as he used his masculine
hand to dust off his coat as though he was repulsed by her touching him.

He couldn’t care less about Sophia’s distressed expression. “Go back to your room.”

She rose to her feet with difficulty since she was dizzy before returning to her room. She prayed for her
well-being in the coming year after witnessing the man’s ruthlessness.

Over the weekend, Elliot and Jared were playing soccer early in the morning at home. A woman smiled
as she watched the two figures running and listened to the child’s boisterous laughter while she
arranged flowers in the hall.

Since Anastasia did not have a suitable candidate as her bridesmaid, three young girls from the
Presgrave Family were chosen for her by Old Madam Presgrave. As Elliot was the oldest, these young
women in their early twenties addressed her as Miss Anastasia. Yesterday, when the four of them had
their meal, they bonded immediately.

The Presgraves’ girls had always acted with the utmost etiquette and grace throughout due to strict
family rules and upstanding parenting.

Anastasia, who will soon have the same status as Old Madam Presgrave, was highly respected as the
Young Mistress of the Presgrave Family. In the future, she would have the authority to make all



household decisions.

Until the wedding preparations began, she had no idea about her status as the Young Mistress of the
Presgrave Family. Although being a mistress would give her the most power, the family still adhered to
many of its traditional rules. The Presgrave Family resembled a large tree with branches reaching out
to thousands of close relatives.

Since the wedding preparations were almost finished, Anastasia took the opportunity to learn up on
some of the necessary skills befitting for a mistress, such as flower arrangement, which was both
rejuvenating and elegant.

“Mrs. Presgrave, you really do have an artistic eye. This arrangement is very appealing,” praised the
floral art instructor.

“Thank you.” Anastasia smiled. Since young, she always had a natural flair for art, which explained why
she had learned things up quickly because she liked beautiful things.


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