“Artic, is something bothering you?”
“No, Grandma,” said Arthur as he came to himself.
“Eat up then. We’re running out of time now. We should get going soon,” Martha advised, leading Arthur to put his spoon down. “I’m done. Let’s go.”
With that, everyone traversed the hall to the parking lot, where dozens of black luxury cars lined up, and the extended Rolls-Royce would be the one Arthur would pick Emily up from the Jennings’ residence with.
“Artie, I’ll wait for you guys at the chapel. Hurry up and pick Emily up.”
“Okay.” Arthur nodded in acknowledgment.
With that, Martha entered the car. After Arthur watched the car drive away, a
bodyguard beside him urged him to get into the car. “Young Master Weiss, please!”
Arthur held the car door but didn’t enter right away and instead looked to a window. After a moment of deliberation, he turned to the bodyguard. “Wait here.”
At that, he strode toward the hall.
Meanwhile, Sophia was curling up on the couch. She felt super uncomfortable with how her body temperature fluctuated drastically. It wasn’t surprising that she would be sick when she had sat on the couch the whole night, coupled with her horrible mood and state.
Her fever had rendered her in a state of stupor at this point. Just then, she heard someone coming through the door, and very quickly, a deep male voice followed. “Sophia.”
Sophia opened her eyes in response. Am I imagining this? Is Arthur actually squatting in front of me? But shouldn’t he be on his way to the chapel by now?
Looking at how Sophia hugged her arms, all curled up, her gaze unfocused, and in a horrible state, Arthur carried her into his arms.
At last, Sophia was wide awake. She opened her eyes, having trouble believing Arthur was really carrying her.
“Put me down.”
However, he paid no heed to her, carrying her downstairs and all the way to the extended Rolls-Royce. Right then, it looked as though she was the one Arthur was about to marry.
When Sophia realized where he was taking her, she couldn’t help crying out, “I can’t sit in that car, Arthur. Put me down!”
Has he gone crazy?! He’s supposed to pick Emily up in this car!
Arthur continued to disregard her as he put her in the spacious back seat next to him. “To the hospital,” said Arthur to the bodyguard aside, who was somewhat baffled.
“But Young Master, you’re supposed to pick Miss Jennings up.”
“Send another car over!” Arthur ordered before closing the door.
Meanwhile, Sophia felt somewhat woozy as she sat in the car and wanted to lean against something. Seeing her limp body. Arthur immediately stretched his arm and secured her to him.
“Arthur, this is wrong.” Sophia shoved him weakly, thinking she was about to make a dire mistake.
“You want me to leave you alone?” Arthur asked with a frown.
“Yes, leave me alone.” Sophia nodded.
Arthur really didn’t want to give a thing about her. But for some reason, he couldn’t sit idly and do nothing while she was sick. He felt his heart twinged, seeing her like this.
At the same time, at Jenning Residence, Emily already had her makeup done and had put on her wedding dress. All that was left was to wait for Arthur to show up in his tuxedo, holding a rose bouquet to take her to the chapel.
However, as time slowly ticked by, her groom still hadn’t shown up, and she
couldn’t help getting anxious. Just then, a car pulled over in front of her house.
The person who came down was a bodyguard, and he dashed over to Emily. “Miss Jennings, something came up, and Young Master Weiss can’t come. So I’m here to take you to the chapel.”
“What?” The news shocked Emily. “Why can’t Artie come?!”
“H-He has something important to attend to that prevents him from leaving.” The bodyguard stuttered a little.
