A deal with the devil

Chapter 74

Samuel tried to suppress the strange feeling ising in his chest ciently cuffling Sophia’s hair, he said indulgently, “You just got out of the hospital. Don’t run so fast.

Sophia nodded shyly. “Okay, I’ll listen to you, Samark”

Bally couldn’t resist teasing, “She couldn’t wait to see you, Samuel. She didn’t even notice her own brother.”

Sophia’s face flushed red, both embarrassed and annoyed “Billy!”

Billy chuckled, pinching her cheek lightly. “Alight, alright. I’m just teasing you. Let’s head inside,”

With one hand held by Samuel and the other clutching Billy’s arm, Sophia was the picture of a pampered princess. The maids looked on with envy and admiration, wishing they could be treated like Sophia

Now that the toote family’s matriarch, Eleanor Graham, had arrived, it was only a matter of time before Sophia married into the family and became their young mistress. To the maids, it seemed as though Sophia’s formine was straight out of a fairytale–almost too good to be tra

Inside the living room, Samuel spotted Eleanor.

The moment Samuel returned to the country, he had called Eleanor in front of Sophia to request her presence for their wedding arrangements. And now, here she was.

Eleanor, thin and stern–faced, regarded Samuel with cool detachment as he approached her with Sophia in tow.

her curtly, his tone flat

demise. Despite

little about whem Samuel married, as long as she fulfilled her familial dury. After a glance at Sophia,

pennies, I see. What impeccable taste

Samuel for rejecting Shirley, a celebrated socialite, in favor of Sophia, whose family background, alegance, and beauty paled in comparis

cruel words in front of

trembled, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. She looked as though

moment.

Samuel pulled Sop

his eyes sharp with icy anger as they fixed on Eleanor. “Candmother, Sophia is my woman. I’d appreciate it if you’d show her some respect.

if you’ve set your mind on

tone turned frigid. “Thank you, Grandmother. My house only offers humble fare,

Eleanor hadn’t eaten yet. Acking her to leave at this time was downright heartless, but Samuel

simple meals. Even if your house served the finest delicacies, I wouldn’t care–I

soon as Eleanor lett, Sophia pulled away from Samuel, tears screaming down her face as the locked herself in her room. Billy rushed to the door to console her, while Samuel frowned deeply, an inexplicable irritation gnawing at

a seafood

Damian, who gleefully devoured them.