Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Even if Arthur had been manipulated, the imposing aura he exuded remained the same.

Hearing footsteps coming from the garden, he stopped and turned around to find a servant leading Sophia in his direction. He furrowed his brows slightly in response. What is this woman doing here, still wandering around in the garden at this late hour?

Sophia fought hard to conceal the sadness and adoration in her eyes upon seeing him, and she lowered her head, not intending to greet him. She wanted to go to her room and lock herself in from here on, or she would go mad.

She grew increasingly miserable as the countdown to his wedding became shorter. She was tough but not tough enough to remain emotionless as she watched the man she loved deeply marry another woman.

“Stop.” A crisp voice came from behind her.

“Young Master Weiss,” the servant greeted him, then walked away astutely.

Sophia stood in the brightly lit hall with her back facing him, having no intention of turning around. Meanwhile, he came forth with steady footsteps and stopped in front of her. With one hand in his pocket, he lowered his eyes and sized her up.

to say hi?” Arthur asked with irritation, causing Sophia to face away. “It’s really late. I want to return

checked his watch to find it was already 10.00PM, but he wanted to be with her

a drink,” Arthur asked, to which she

as friends. I won’t take up much of your time,” Arthur

the urge to keep him company. However, just as she wanted to turn him

was taking her to the dining room, but it quickly became apparent to her that she was wrong. This man had a lavish wine cellar in his basement, storing

looked at the dimly lit

Arthur to look over his shoulder

a gander at him in response. Hadn’t you already done everything you were allowed to? What else can there be for me to be afraid of? She just thought, with her current

weren’t any servants here, like this was

that, he removed his jacket to reveal a dark-colored dress

more refined. He drummed his fingers beside the wine

his noble

woman. However, if he was gentler and his gaze was more

she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from running to him and hugging his waist from behind to feel the affection they used to