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.

“What is the answer?” She fought the impulse to cry and instead asked him.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” she asked, upset.

“I thought you wanted me to say yes or no.” Arthur found her incredibly annoying.

“So, you never loved me, did you?” As soon as Sophia had finished her sentence, she reached inside

her pocket and handed him the paper. “This is what you wrote to me, and I‘ll give it back to you.”

Arthur frowned as he looked at the letter that had been folded; then, he reached for it and held it in his

hand.

“I promised not to bother you further; after all, our relationship began when you said it did and ended

when you said it did. It‘s all over now.” Sophia stepped back as she finished talking but didn‘t notice the

flower bed behind her.

“Ah…” She exclaimed a loud yell, staggered backward, and looked like she was about to fall on the

flowerbed.

Instantly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. As a result of being subjected to this force, the

impact sent her into the man‘s warm embraces. Despite the iciness of his voice, his demeanor was as

comforting as ever.

Arthur frowned when he looked down at the girl that was being held in her arms, thinking how careless

she was. “Pay attention to where you‘re going,” he reminded her.

“I don‘t need you to save me. I did not ask you to save me.” Sophia shoved him away.

He had never felt his mind this messy before. This girl seemed to be able to mess up my emotions.

Helplessly, Arthur watched as Sophia turned around and picked a path to head off in. He then had to

correct her, saying, “That‘s not the direction to go back to the guest room as you took the wrong way.”

When she returned, she headed in a different way, and he watched her vanish into the bush.

Arthur was on the verge of leaving, but an unexplainable feeling flooded his heart, which caused him to

become a bit concerned about her. He feared that she would continue to walk aimlessly or come into

contact with some kind of danger.