Chapter 655


    “Of course! You can bring me those sketches anytime,” Anastasia agreed with a smile.


    “Really? Thank you so much, Mrs.. Presgrave!” Lori nodded earnestly, then continued, “I’m designing


    the jewelry for a friend of mine as a gift. With your feedback, I’m sure the gift will be perfect for her!”


    Anastasia asked curiously, “Did you ever go to design school?”


    “No, I’m just doing this as a hobby, which is rare for me. I picked it up and I fell in love with it, but I didn’t,


    like, receive professional instruction or anything like that. I guess that’s what sets you and me apart,


    huh?” Lori replied modestly.


    Laughing, Anastasia said, “Well, I’d rather you keep this up as a hobby. It can be cabng if you turn a


    hobby into full fledged work.”


    Lori chuckled as well. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”


    At that moment, someone at the dining table caught sight of the piano sitting in the corner and started


    pushing Lori to perform a tune. The girl very obligingly walked over to the grand-looking instrument


    and took her seat, then started ying a song with the sort of quiet grace that lulled everyone into a


    trance.


    While the melody carried on, someone said in a low voice, “Lori sure is talented. She could be a


    maestro if she wanted!”


    ‘I’m sure she’ll marry well someday,” another person added..


    Upon hearing this, Kendra smiled and said, “That’s very sweet of you to say, but Lori is just an


    ordinary girl.”


    Most of the guests had left three days. after the wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned to the


    Presgrave Residence alongside Harriet.


    Jared was due to go back to school soon, and Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at thepany.


    In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen the press release


    about their wedding. However, the exclusivity of the event meant that the media did not have much


    information to proceed with, and the journalists dared not use it as clickbait either.


    Meanwhile, Arthur had stopped living in bars and bought himself a vi close to Elliot’s as a temporary


    dwelling ce. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so.


    As such, she ended up following him wherever he went.


    That day, two world-ss etiquette instructors dropped by the vi to specifically teach and guide Sophia


    on the ways of upper-ss societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of molding her into ady of nobility.


    Sophia was admittedly frustrated by this. She wondered why Arthur was splurging on unnecessary things


    because she thought it would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always


    been, unbridled by the stuffy rules of fine society.


    Nevertheless, the instructors were dedicated to their jobs, and they carried out the lessons ording to


    a strict n. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk and sit properly.


    At the end of each lesson, she was exhausted and found herself questioning her own sanity.


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    While she was having these lessons, Arthur would be upstairs doing heaven knows-what. asionally,


    fortune tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such


    things, or if he was helplessly superstitious because he certainly did not appear to her as such.


    Presently, in the living room of the second floor, a medium had apparently thrown a seance to


    communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to pinpoint the location the old man best preferred


    to beid to rest.


    After sending off the medium, Arthur decided that he would go to the location and scope things out for


    himself.


    Meanwhile, Sophia had just said goodbye to her instructors. She was rubbing her aching shoulder while


    walking up the stairs when she suddenly heard Arthur calling out to her, “Sophia, pleasee over


    here.”


    She did as she was told and presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you need


    help with, Young Master Weiss?”


    “A shoulder rub,” he answered curtly as he cast her a sideways nce.


    She then stood right behind him and began to rub his shoulders, kneading out the tense muscles as he


    closed his eyes and disengaged with the rest of the world.


    Just as Sophia was admiring his chiseled features, she suddenly felt an rming tickle in her nose, and


    before she could stop herself, she sneezed onto his face. “Ah-choo!”


    She froze after the sneeze. She could not believe that she had sprayed her germs and saliva all over the


    features she had been admiring just seconds ago.


    The air around them grew cold. Arthur’s brows furrowed as he said, ‘Wash my face for me.”


    ‘I am so sorry” she squeaked, running off into the adjoining bathroom and retrieving a moist, patterned


    towel. She half-knelt on the couch and began to carefully wipe his face. He kept his eyes closed the


    entire time, and because he had a sharp sense of smell, he could pick up the faint fragrance lingering on


    her.


    His longshes fluttered as he opened his eyes, and it was then that he saw Sophia wiping his face with


    a towel.


    When she met his gaze, she flushed and said, “I am so sorry for what happened. I promise it won’t


    happen again.”


    Arthur was speechless as well, but what made him even more incredulous wast the fact that he did not


    mind the incident at all.