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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 red 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 ck 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 ck 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 theing
year after witnessing the man’s ruthlessness.
Over the weekend, Elliot and Jared were ying ser early in the morning at home. A woman smiled as she watched the two
figures running and listened to the child’s boisterousughter 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 arge tree with branches reaching out to thousands of close rtives.
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 ir for art, which exined why she had learned things
up quickly because she liked beautiful things.