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.

his tone

always held a grudge against Samuel because of her beloved son, Aaron, and the strained circumstances surrounding his demise. Despite this, she was forced to rely on Samuel, as

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

pennies, I see. What impeccable

words were a direct insult, mocking Samuel for rejecting Shirley, a celebrated socialite, in favor of Sophia, whose family background, alegance, and beauty paled in

front of Sophia was nothing

toward Sophia with concern. Her face had gone pale, her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. She looked as though she might

moment.

Samuel pulled Sop

protectively, his eyes sharp with icy anger as they fixed on Eleanor. “Candmother, Sophia

Sophia “This woman looks fragile and ill–fated, hardly fit for anything dignified. But if you’ve set your mind on

offers humble fare, so I won’t trouble

was already dark ourside, and Eleanor hadn’t eaten yet. Acking her to leave at this time was downright heartless,

short. “I’m used to plain, simple meals. Even if your house served the

face as the locked herself in her room. Billy

residence, a seafood

them. Damian’s face lit up with every bite,