My Baby's Daddy

A hint of mischief flashed across Arthur‘s eyes as he dared the young woman. “Who cares if I do? Unless you take the lead without saying no to anything tonight, I won‘t call you ‘puppy‘ ever again. You‘re not allowed to refuse anything.”

“Alright, I won‘t say no then,” asserted Sophia with integrity despite her crimson face.

At that, Arthur stood right up, gave her a tug, and carried her bridal style into her bedroom, where they would have a passionate exchange for the night.

Sophia was already sound asleep in the dead of the night, spent yet content. However, Arthur couldn‘t sleep at all.

He pulled his phone out and checked the abundant text and missed calls. He knew he couldn‘t delay his trip home any further, for they were awaiting him to ascend as the head of the Weiss Family. This was his life event, and he had to show up.

With that, Arthur grabbed the pen and paper beside and wrote a hand–written letter. After placing it on the bedside table, he leaned over and gave his beloved a peck on the forehead, whispering, “Wait for me.”

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while, and upon seeing their young master coming out, they heaved a sigh of

plane is

looked at the apartment complex behind him, specifically at the dimly lit window, before reluctantly getting into

later, a massive, dark gray private jet shot

a sweet dream as she hugged the covers, feeling the lingering warmth of it. In her dream, she found herself in a wedding gown, holding Arthur‘s arm as they toasted

habitually shifted to the side and even stretched her hand over, only to touch a slightly cool bed sheet.

a premonition to arise within her. With that, she got out of bed, searching in the not–so–spacious room

when I say that I‘ll return to you soon. Once I settle my family‘s affairs, I will come and take you back to Flor to plan

little after reading the letter. However, his French

bid her goodbye, she would only feel even more horrible and reluctant to part with him,

give her

It was fine even if he didn‘t return soon, for