Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up, asking Arthur, “Do your words just now still stand? Will you really be able to do it if I say yes?”

Arthur’s eyes widened slightly in response, and he swung his hand free from Emily’s grasp, dashing to the bed to check Sophia’s face.

But Sophia couldn’t care less about her face right then. She latched her gaze upon Arthur with misty and firm forbearing eyes.

“What are you talking about, Sophia?! What promise do you want Artie to fulfill?” Emily asked out of curiosity as she stomached her anger.

“Your face…”

“Ignore that. Answer me, still stand?” do your words

riveted

to give up marrying this woman.” Sophia pointed right at Emily. “She’s not

Sophia. “What nonsense are you talking about, Goodwin?! How dare you

won’t let you marry him and taint his life. You don’t deserve him.” As feeble as Sophia was, her words weighted

was stumped for a few solid seconds, listening to her words with incredulity. “You’re the

couple of steps back upon meeting Arthur’s sub-zero gaze. “Artie,

to slap her?!” The anger

because of Sophia, and she couldn’t help feeling appalled at that. Impossible! Dad’s serum had long made him forget Sophia! How can he still care so much for that b*tch?! Also, isn’t he suffering

go to the chapel now! Everyone must be anxious by now.” Emily reached her hand out to

back, causing her to trip and fall upon stepping on the hem

crying out in pain, hoping Arthur

man’s whole attention was on Sophia’s face. His heart ached

fault. Emily wouldn’t have had the chance

woman on the floor, wondering how long she

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