My Baby's Daddy

“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!”

his wake. When they reached the guest

reached out to grab her hand and immediately saw the red streak burn

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

he 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,

remembered how much Arthur hated physical contact, but here he was holding the maid’s hand with an

him and whispered in retort, “It’s not my fault

her. After turning off the tap water and drying her 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