Arthur's brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the carpet beneath their feet.
It didn't matter how many times he made the offer, Sophia would never choose him.
But surprisingly, it didn't hurt anymore, he was just numb.
He had stayed at the mansion all these years, climbing up the ranks till he became the butler, all for a chance to see Sophia again.
Instead, all he had for company was her wretched bastard child, who mocked him with his uncanny resemblance to the only woman he ever loved.
There was nothing left for him at the mansion, if he stayed here, he would lose Sophia again, and it would only be a matter of time until Lake paid back all he had done to him.
"Why don't you come stay at my place for a few days?" He offered to Sophia, walking over to help her with her bags.
Sophia's soft brown eyes were curious as she stared up at him. "You've got a house, Art?"
