Sophia turned to look at Arthur and asked, “Hey, do you know what the ocean said to the shore?”


    He narrowed his eyes as he pondered on this, and his curiosity was piqued when he could not think of an answer. “What did the


    ocean say to the shore?”


    “Nothing, it just waved!” She burst intoughter, clearly amused by her own silly humor.


    Just then, Arthur sputtered and startedughing, and at once, the moon lost all its beauty.


    Sophia gaped at him with wide eyes, entirely stunned by his pearly whites and his open smile. He looked carefree and


    captivating.


    In truth, he was rather astonished by how herughter, which was in no way demure ordylike, only prompted his


    own. Son of a gun, he thought.


    At that moment, her brows raised in amusement as she tilted her head to one side and appraised him openly. No woman had


    ever looked at him like he was a piece of art on full public disy. before. Because of that, he grew self conscious and quickly


    asked, “What are you staring at?”


    She giggled. “You. You’re quite the looker.”


    As though wanting to get back at her for making himugh earlier, he scoffed and pointed out haughtily, “Yeah, and I’m way out


    of your league.”


    She blinked at him and she couldn''t help arguing, “I never wanted you to be in my league in the first ce.”


    Arthur turned to head back into the cabin, but that was when he heard Sophia mutter triumphantly, “I think it''d be more urate


    to say I’m way out of your league. Always will be.”Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    He stopped in his tracks and threw an icy look at her over his shoulder. “Please, | can easily make you mine whenever | want.”


    She blushed,pletely caught off guard by his confidence, but she did not want to lose either. Her quick wit made her retort,


    “And by the time you make me yours, wouldn’t you be mine as well? So, | win either way.”


    He was starting to think that this was her idea of a pick-up line. He scoffed primly and refused to be lured into this ridiculous


    banter. “Don’t tter yourself. | don’t actually care about making you mine.”


    “Which then brings us back to the question of who’s out of whose league,” she said without missing a beat as a devious smirk


    tugged on her lips. “But it looks like we’vee to a draw.”


    Arthur pursed his lips into a grim line and did not try to continue this debate with her.


    “You know, Young Master Weiss, | don’t think | ever got your name. Think we’re close enough to be on a first-name basis, yes?”


    Sophia asked, leaning forward as if to pick up on the most scious gossip.


    Bemused, he did not withhold this information and replied, “The name’s Arthur.”


    Arthur. Arthur Weiss. She tried it out in her head and decided that it had a good ring to it, then pressed further, “So, did you grow


    up in the city or are you from out of town?”


    “I''ve been living abroad with my family


    since | was little,” he said.


    “| bet you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth,” she followed up cheerily.


    “Why do you say that?”


    “Because you''re one of the most prim and-proper men I''ve ever met!”


    Arthur had never heard that description being used on him, and he wondered briefly if he should be insulted.


    Meanwhile, on another yacht, Katrina had her eyes set on Jacob. She had heard that he was the second young master of the


    Presgrave Family, and while his fortune or status was not as impressive as


    Elliot''s, he still made for a good target.


    “Young Master Jacob, you don’t look very happy. Care for somepany?” Katrina slinked over while holding a ss of wine in


    each hand. She was a model with a slender figure that had curves in all the right ces and a pretty face to boot. Besides,


    Jacob was never one to refuse beautifulpany.


    “Sure,” he said agreeably.


    They went out on the deck and leaned against the railing as they sipped their wine. At this moment, the yacht swayed, and


    Katrina had oh-so-naturally stumbled into Jacob’s arms as she gasped, “Oh, my!”


    He gripped her waist to steady her. “Are you okay?”


    “| identally spilled my wine,” she said mournfully as she tugged on the neckline of her dress. “How does the damage look,


    Young Master Jacob?”


    Jacob’s gaze darkened at once. He was sure that Katrina was doing this on


    purpose, and she had pulled the neckline. so far down that she might as well dispose of the dress entirely. That said, he had to


    admit that he was very much attracted to her show of skin.


    “| have a couple of evening dresses back at my ce. Why don’t youe by after we get off this yacht and pick one that you


    like?” he offered in a husky voice, the implication clear in his words.


    “That would be great,’ she said brightly with a knowing look in her eyes.


    Meanwhile, over at the dock, Sophia alighted from the yacht after Arthur and walked up to the car his bodyguards had brought


    around. It was only during the drive back to the vi that they realized it was already past midnight.


    After arriving at the vi, she was so exhausted that she took a quick shower and hopped into bed. While she slept, he tossed


    and turned in his bed in the master bedroom. He was not one to stay upte, but for some reason, sleep would note to him.


    The images of Sophia’s ready grin from tonight shed across his mind, and he found himself thinking about the way she made


    fun of him openly and the way she smiled at him without pretense.