My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 659

Sophia heaved a sigh in relief when Emily and Arthur finally left the room, but she couldn’t help wondering why the latter was so intent on keeping her here. 

Sighing, she opened up one of the bags only to stop and stare at the contents for a full three seconds. Then, she picked up the black lace negligée from the very top of the pile of clothes. The fabric, or rather the lack thereof, had her stumped. Miss Jennings might as well be naked in this! Who‘s she going to wear this for? Arthur? Does he have a fetish for stuff like this? 

When she proceeded to iron Emily‘s questionable wardrobe, Sophia began to panic, for she became acutely aware of the fact that she had no idea how to operate a clothing iron. Her parents had raised her like a princess all her life, and they had never once let her go near house chores, much less do them. 

However, she was supposedly Arthur‘s maid right now, and she had no choice but to hunker down on these menial household tasks, which were not so much menial to her as they were challenges. 

Downstairs, Arthur looked distracted as he listened to Emily prattle on about the latest details of her undoubtedly jet–setting lifestyle. She stopped talking at some point when she realized that he seemed miles away, then asked dejectedly, “Is my presence here bothering you, Artie?” 

“No, of course not!” He looked at her with narrowed eyes. He knew exactly why Martha had asked Emily to come here. Knowing the old lady, she was most likely playing matchmaker, and this was just her way of setting him up with Emily. 

“Then why do you look like you aren‘t happy to see me?” Emily accused, biting down on her lip. 

“I‘m happy to see you. I was just thinking about something else, that‘s all.” He had only just said this when a loud cry sounded from the second floor. 

“Ow!” 

Arthur rose from the couch and headed up the stairs with Emily in his wake. When they reached the guest room, they saw Sophia standing by the ironing board holding her hand, and the clothing iron was still hissing

ay 

her hand and

accidentally burned myself earlier. I‘ll be fine,” Sophia said. She had instinctively cried out in alarm when she made contact with the hot iron, but she didn‘t think she would draw the couple upstairs.

tightened his grip on her and led her to the bathroom, then turned on the tap to run her red, angry palm under cold water. While doing so, he chided, “You should always pay attention

her throat when she saw this scene. She remembered how much Arthur hated

not my fault I‘ve never been made to

hand, they walked out of the bathroom together. Then, he glanced at Emily and said, “Have your maids do the ironing, Emily. I’m afraid Sophia‘s a little too clumsy for

don‘t you just fire her?” Emily assessed Sophia belittingly and added, “We can‘t pay

wasn‘t insulted. Arthur, however, defended her, “It doesn‘t matter. I‘m

Can 

determined