My Baby's Daddy

Martha grew anxious after waiting for about twenty minutes, and she couldn’t help asking a servant, “Why hasn’t Arthur come down yet?”

“We’ve knocked on his door, Old Madam Weiss, but Young Master Weiss never answered us. So we assumed he’s still asleep.”

Seeing that time was running short, Martha decided to make a trip upstairs herself. After arriving on the third floor, she knocked on Arthur’s bedroom door. “Artie, wake up. It’s getting late.”

The door opened soon after, revealing a half-naked Arthur with a bathrobe wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping wet.

While the servant blushed, Martha frowned. “Artie put some clothes on. What is the meaning of this? You’re not a child anymore.”

“You go o ahead and have breakfast, Grandma. I’ll go down in a bit,” said Arthur to his grandmother.

“I’ll wait for you. We still have this bit of time. Hurry up and get dressed.” At that, Martha took another gander at him. Her grandson was indeed top-notch in every way.

A hint of a smile even escaped her lips as she turned around, and she involuntarily glanced at the room next door. “Have two people stay here and look after Miss Goodwin. She won’t be heading to the wedding venue, but make sure she’s well taken care of,” she instructed the servant, who nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, ma’am.”

after all the servants on the third floor left, Arthur came out of his room in a white dress shirt and fitting suit pants. However, his necktie wasn’t tied up, and his hair was still damp. He was even

and sleepy, was drifting into sleep when Arthur knocked on the door, causing her to sit

door, only to find Arthur staring at

disheveled hair and puffy eyes, leading Arthur to frown. “Did you not sleep last night?” Why

I did!” lied Sophia, who actually

felt her forehead without thinking. The burning sensation caused him to hold his breath;

take you

her hand. “It’s fine. It’s your wedding today. Surely you have a lot of things to do. Go on, get

stopped the closing door somewhat assertively. To him, between a wedding and her fever, her fever

“Come with me.”

felt, she really didn’t want to affect his wedding, and for that, she took a step back. “Thanks but no thanks. I’ll ask a servant

Madam Weiss is still waiting for you to join her for breakfast. Time