Never Too Far Novel

Chapter 651-660

Since coming of age, Arthur had met countless women who approached him with ulterior motives, but Sophia was different. She was refreshingly bold and blunt. She was so naive that offending him was something she never thought to be afraid of. At the same time, he wondered if she was just a really good actress, one who was simply employing a different method of getting close to him and seducing him thereafter.

If that were the case, he ought to have seen the cracks in her pretenses by now, but he did not. Was she just really well-trained, or was she being her true self?

In another villa, Mason was awake and waiting for his sister to return. She had told him that she wanted to go night sailing, but it was already well past midnight, and she had yet to return. Knowing how crazy she could get when it came to having fun, he grew exasperated and somewhat furious. She’d better not get herself into trouble, he thought grimly.

Meanwhile, over in the largest and most opulent villa, a warm glow was shining through one of the windows. Under the red covers of the luxurious bed, two figures were entangled in what could only be described as an amorous affair.

The next morning, Anastasia woke up without any prompting whatsoever. She opened her eyes and found herself in the warm embrace of the man sleeping next to her. She dared not let her gaze flicker to his shoulders, which were decorated with claw marks that served as a reminder of their heated endeavors last night.

She could not bring herself to wake her dearest husband. Hence, she quietly took in the dark hair tousled over his forehead and his young, deep-set features. A pleased smile curled on her lips as she stared at him, wanting to burn the image of his face into the back of her mind.

After watching him sleep for a while, she decided to get out of bed and put on her clothes. However, she had only just lifted a corner of the covers when a strong pair of arms pulled her backward.

“Stay in bed with me for a while longer, Mrs. Presgrave,” the man muttered, his warm breath tickling her collarbone as he nuzzled his chin into the crook of her neck. A hoarse chuckle escaped him as he added devilishly, “I was very satisfied last night.”

Anastasia had been tipsy the night before, which resulted in her present groggy state, but the moment he said this, a particular memory surfaced in her headspace and made her blush.

“I like it when you take initiative, Mrs. Presgrave,” he went on to tease, opening his eyes. Basking in the sunlight that spilled through the window, they looked like two sparkling obsidian pools.

Anastasia quickly reached out to clap a hand over his mouth, then said shyly, “Okay, stop.”

Elliot drawled lazily, “Shall I go over the details of what you did that I loved most?”

“No thank you.” She did not want to hear about it as her face had turned positively crimson.

The day after the wedding, the guests who had to get on with the busy schedules of their lives bid their farewells and left. The weight on the flushing bride’s shoulders was finally lifted by a fraction. Visibly more relaxed now, Anastasia decided that she was going to have fun today.

That afternoon, she got a call from Mason, telling her that he had to get back to work, so she bid him goodbye.

Katrina, on the other hand, had woken up in Jacob’s bed. She was like a cat that ate the canary, and she was more than pleased to have him become her new prey.

Over in Villa No. 58, Arthur decided to leave as well, and that afternoon, he gave Elliot a heads up before getting off the island.

As for Sophia, she stood on the deck of the departing yacht and watched the strip of white shore grow into a speck. She thought about how she had pinned Arthur down on the sand the last time, and the corners of her lips tipped up into a mischievous grin.

She turned around and glanced at the man whose silhouette radiated elegance, repressing the urge to laugh as she thought about how rare it must be to see him completely caught off guard like he had that night.

Among the wedding guests who left were Presgraves’ extended family, and those who stayed were the women in the family. Lorelai, in particular, did not look like she was about to leave anytime soon.

That evening, Harriet gathered all the ladies into one dining area and set the men up in another so that dinner could be a more intimate affair. Lorelai was seated next to Anastasia, and when she saw Jared, she praised heartily, “Well, aren’t you just the most adorable little boy I’ve ever seen!”

“Hello, Aunt Lorelai,” Jared greeted sweetly.

“So, what do you want to be when you grow up, Jared?” Lorelai asked, making small talk with the child.

“I wanna be as great as Daddy,” Jared answered without even thinking.

“A brilliant dream indeed.”

Then, the little boy turned to look at his mother and said, “After that, I’ll marry someone as beautiful as Mommy.”

Anastasia sputtered at his childish humor and said, “I suppose I should be relieved that you’ve already got that part of your life all worked out.”

Lorelai laughed and pointed out, “Children have such a wonderful naivety about them, don’t you think?”

Having listened to all this, Harriet beamed and encouraged lovingly, “I’m looking forward to seeing you all grown up, Jared.”

“By the way, Mrs. Presgrave, I’ve heard that you have a knack for jewelry design, and I was wondering if you could help me take a look at a few of my sketches,” Lorelai said enthusiastically as she gave Anastasia an expectant look.

“Of course! You can bring me those sketches anytime,” Anastasia agreed with a smile.

“Really? Thank you so much, Mrs. Presgrave!” Lorelai nodded earnestly, then continued, “I’m designing the jewelry for a friend of mine as a gift. With your feedback, I’m sure the gift will be perfect for her!”

Anastasia asked curiously, “Did you ever go to design school?”

“No, I’m just doing this as a hobby, which is rare for me. I picked it up and I fell in love with it, but I didn’t, like, receive professional instruction or anything like that. I guess that’s what sets you and me apart, huh?” Lorelai replied modestly.

Laughing, Anastasia said, “Well, I’d rather you keep this up as a hobby. It can be cabng if you turn a hobby into full-fledged work.”

Lorelai chuckled as well. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”

At that moment, someone at the dining table caught sight of the piano sitting in the corner and started pushing Lorelai to perform a tune. The girl very obligingly walked over to the grand-looking instrument and took her seat, then started playing a song with the sort of quiet grace that lulled everyone into a trance. While the melody carried on, someone said in a low voice, “Lorelai sure is talented. She could be a maestro if she wanted!”

“I’m sure she’ll marry well someday,” another person added.

Upon hearing this, Kendra smiled and said, “That’s very sweet of you to say, but Lorelai is just an ordinary girl.”

Most of the guests had left three days after the wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned to the Presgrave Residence alongside Harriet.

Jared was due to go back to school soon, and Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen the press release about their wedding. However, the exclusivity of the event meant that the media did not have much information to proceed with, and the journalists dared not use it as clickbait either.

Meanwhile, Arthur had stopped living in bars and bought himself a villa close to Elliot’s as a temporary dwelling place. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so. As such, she ended up following him wherever he went.

That day, two world-class etiquette instructors dropped by the villa to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways of upper-class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of molding her into a lady of nobility.

Sophia was admittedly frustrated by this. She wondered why Arthur was splurging on unnecessary things because she thought it would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled by the stuffy rules of fine society.

Nevertheless, the instructors were dedicated to their jobs, and they carried out the lessons according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk and sit properly. At the end of each lesson, she was exhausted and found herself questioning her own sanity.

While she was having these lessons, Arthur would be upstairs doing heaven-knows-what. Occasionally, fortune tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if he was helplessly superstitious because he certainly did not appear to her as such.

Presently, in the living room of the second floor, a medium had apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to pinpoint the location the old man best preferred to be laid to rest.

After sending off the medium, Arthur decided that he would go to the location and scope things out for himself.

Meanwhile, Sophia had just said goodbye to her instructors. She was rubbing her aching shoulder while walking up the stairs when she suddenly heard Arthur calling out to her, “Sophia, please come over here.”

She did as she was told and presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you need help with, Young Master Weiss?”

“A shoulder rub,” he answered curtly as he cast her a sideways glance.

She then stood right behind him and began to rub his shoulders, kneading out the tense muscles as he closed his eyes and disengaged with the rest of the world.

Just as Sophia was admiring his chiseled features, she suddenly felt an alarming tickle in her nose, and before she could stop herself, she sneezed onto his face. “Ah-choo!”

She froze after the sneeze. She could not believe that she had sprayed her germs and saliva all over the features she had been admiring just seconds ago.

The air around them grew cold. Arthur’s brows furrowed as he said, “Wash my face for me.”

“I am so sorry!” she squeaked, running off into the adjoining bathroom and retrieving a moist, patterned towel. She half-knelt on the couch and began to carefully wipe his face. He kept his eyes closed the entire time, and because he had a sharp sense of smell, he could pick up the faint fragrance lingering on her.

His long lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, and it was then that he saw Sophia wiping his face with a towel.

When she met his gaze, she flushed and said, “I am so sorry for what happened. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Arthur was speechless as well, but what made him even more incredulous was the fact that he did not mind the incident at all.

“Do not do this again,” Arthur warned.

“Yes, sir!” Sophia nodded obediently. She was so embarrassed by the incident that she wanted to crawl into a hole.

Just then, Arthur’s phone rang. A look of surprise flashed across his features when he saw the caller ID, and he hurried to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Artie, it’s me! I’m coming to visit you!” a girly voice spoke up on the other line.

When the call ended, he gave Sophia an unreadable look. She swallowed nervously and asked, “What is it?”

“A friend of mine will be staying here for a while,” he explained. A moment of thought later, he added, “From now on, you are not to misbehave in front of me, and you will act like a proper servant. Do you understand?”

Sophia was no idiot. She had a feeling that this friend of Arthur’s was someone that he secretly had a crush on, so she suggested hopefully, “You know, you’re more than welcome to give me some time off if you think I’m only going to get in your way.”

He eyed her frigidly and bit out commandingly, “You are not leaving.”

Curiosity got the better of her as she tilted her head to one side and asked in amusement, “So, is this friend of yours just an ordinary friend, or is she someone special to you?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” he replied with a raised brow.

“Well, if it’s the former, then I’d be more than willing to play the part of the loyal servant and wait on your hand and foot, but if it’s the latter, then my presence here would put us all in a sticky situation, don’t you think?” She wanted to go home desperately, so she enunciated the point of her argument, “Young Master Weiss, all I’m asking is that you give me some time off.”

ocean. He looked torn, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and shot her a warning glare. “Do

breath hitched. Why does that sound like a line from a romance novel? He had no right to order her to stay in such a roguish manner, she thought. She was only his maid, after all, and not

“I

at her exasperatedly. It seems like there is still a long way to go before she will learn

at the Averna airport, a private jet had come to a stop on the tarmac, and an elegantly-dressed young lady

block out the blazing afternoon sun. As she suddenly thought of something, a smile blossomed

Master Weiss’ bodyguards, and they have sent us

She couldn’t

girl leading the entourage through the front yard gave the garden a cursory glance, then marched straight through the door

would be greeted by the man who had been running around in her mind as soon as

Jennings. I’m Sophia, Young Master Weiss’ maid,” Sophia introduced herself politely, appraising the other girl with the expensive clothes and deciding that she most definitely ran in the

Arthur coming down the stairs, she broke into a dazzling grin and called out sweetly,

friendliness and

his arm affectionately, then tipped her head to one side

not,” he denied with a

out a crisp and alluring laugh and glanced over at Sophia who still stood by the threshold. She thereafter asked Arthur unhappily, “Is she

answered. “She takes care of my meals

that Emily was without

the house with suitcases in tow. Emily’s eyes gleamed diabolically at the sight of this, and she quickly said to them, “You girls must be tired. Go and stay at a

to waiting on her, and upon hearing this, they

Emily suddenly extended a long, slender finger as she said imperiously, “You there! Help

she saw

dazed expression, Emily snapped impatiently, “You’re

asking her to act like a well-behaved servant, so she quickly answered, “Oh, of course. I’ll have these bags brought into your room

realized they were firmly weighed down on the floor. Those two maids who came with Emily must come from professional

with those. I have tons of valuable stuff in there; you break

attempts later, Sophia was sure that she had no way of lifting them. Panting, she said, “Miss Jennings, these bags are far

hard to find good help these days,

this, Sophia called out for the only man in the living room to

duty, you little—” Before Emily could continue the rest of her scolding, Arthur brushed past her to the stairwell and grabbed the two bags, then easily carried them up the stairs in a display

maid a helping hand by carrying the bags up the stairs. It was the most bizarre thing she had ever witnessed. We’re talking about the young master of a prestigious family, for heaven’s

as well, and much to her surprise, he had brought the bags into the guest room instead of leaving them on

bring the bags into Emily’s designated room either, and when she got to the top of the

to inspect his palm with a pained expression. “I would have asked the bodyguards to help, you know. Look at how red

enough, the skin was chaffed red. The bags

Arthur said dismissively as he

your master do your work for you. You’re fired! Go, get out of our sights!” Emily barked commandingly at Sophia, terminating her services right

as she

forgot, I’ve given you a one-year advancement on your

here, Young Master Weiss. Remember how you said you would pay me the last time and then something came up to conveniently

rendered speechless by her

are you, Young Master Weiss?

is far more than anything you could ever imagine,

back on his promise or mistreat his staff. Right, Young Master Weiss?” Then, she flashed him a meaningful smile as she added brightly,

at a loss for

you, so get back to work! I want all the clothes in these bags ironed and hung in the wardrobe,

that, she linked arms with Arthur and said cheerily, “Come on, Artie, let’s leave her to

in relief when Emily and Arthur finally left the room, but she couldn’t help wondering why the latter was so intent on keeping her

the contents for a full three seconds. Then, she picked up the black lace negligée from the very top of the pile of clothes. The fabric, or rather the lack thereof, had her stumped. Miss

a clothing iron. Her parents had raised her like a

and she had no choice but to hunker down on these menial household tasks, which were not so much menial to her as they were

undoubtedly jet-setting lifestyle. She stopped talking at some point when she realized that he seemed miles away,

to come here. Knowing the old lady, she

happy to see me?” Emily accused, biting down on

to see you. I was just thinking about something else, that’s all.” He had only just said this when a loud cry sounded

“Ow!”

in his wake. When they reached the guest room, they saw Sophia standing by the ironing board holding her hand, and the clothing iron

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

cried out in alarm when she made contact with

on the tap to run her red, angry palm under

she saw this scene. She remembered how much Arthur hated physical contact, but here he was holding the maid’s hand

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

drying her hand, they walked out of the bathroom together.

Sophia belittingly and added, “We can’t pay someone who

wasn’t insulted. Arthur, however, defended her, “It doesn’t matter. I’m used to having her around to bring me tea and stuff,

Sophia was surprised by how determined he was

flight and the car ride here, so make me a cup of coffee,”

her coffee from a local barista or any other

he saw the despair in her wide doe eyes, he repressed the urge to sigh in frustration. She can’t iron, and she can’t make coffee. Is there anything she knows how to do other

he lied to Emily after glaring at Sophia.

can bring me tea.” She was trying to gauge how important this so-called maid was to Arthur, and there was no hiding the fact that Emily hated Sophia’s guts. Hence, the former was currently thinking of ways to get rid of the latter and eradicate any good impression Sophia might have made

Artie hate her too. That way, if he decides to keep

nip this in the bud before she ended up losing Arthur to some

the kitchen to make tea, which, thankfully, was something she knew

the couch, but just as she was setting down the cups on the coffee table, Emily asked, “You’re a maid, aren’t you? Where’s

unhappy when she noticed that Sophia was wearing a nice dress, not to mention,

as she said slowly, “I’ve only started work a month ago, so I

one ready for

“Honestly,

choke on her tea. She began to wonder just who Sophia was to warrant such concern from Arthur,

be all rainbows and butterflies now that Emily had

in exasperation. Of all the people she could

that she was desperate to design the perfect jewelry for her friend’s engagement and that

for help and invited her over to

into the car porch of Elliot’s villa. She walked through the front door and into the living room, whereupon she was greeted by Anastasia, who looked like a vision dressed in a

“Mrs. Presgrave.”

me Anastasia. Mrs. Presgrave

by your first name since the first time we met, but I didn’t want to offend you,” Lorelai explained.

said with a smile. She then proceeded to appraise Lorelai’s get-up today. The latter was dressed appropriately in an outfit that included dark academia elements with just an

and giving it a

laughing. “I don’t have much time usually, what with business investments and

the design that needed to be smoothed over and suggested several ways Lorelai could achieve it. The latter nodded delightedly and said, “You really are a professional,

a few more things and shared a few insider’s tricks with Lorelai, Anastasia didn’t even notice that an hour had passed until she checked the time and saw that it was already 5.30 pm. She thereafter rose to have the kitchen prepare dinner, but just as she was about to invite Lorelai to stay, the girl shook her head and said she had

planned for tonight and I should go,” Lorelai explained, gathering her

late, and Elliot will be

I couldn’t impose, not tonight at least. Dinner’s

I’ll see you some other day.” Anastasia walked with her out the door and

small

as the car pulled out

was cast over the garden, coating it

go back into the living room. Instead, she glanced at the watch

did not drive in. Jared leaped out of one of the cars and dashed through the gates. He ran up to

was,” she answered with an

while

reached out to ruffle his hair, then led him

he quickly set his bag aside and began to play with the feline. The little furball had only grown

car drove and parked on the car porch. The soft purr of

with the cat. When she saw Elliot walking up to her with his silhouette outlined by the

him dearly after not seeing him

by the waist and

as she said,

demanded as he approached the loving couple

bent to pick up the little guy, then kissed him on the cheek lovingly. “Did you have fun

bet!” Jared replied with a firm

decidedly unhappy when it saw that everyone else had

to be part of the family, Elliot reached out to pat its soft, furry head and asked, “You’re not angling for a kiss too, are

more as if to answer

scratching the cat behind its ears to placate it. There was a serenity in the way the family of three and their cat hung out with each other under the evening sky. For a while, it was as if the world was

said on the other line, “You did the right thing, Lorelai. That way, Anastasia won’t be suspicious of you or

the late afternoon and left before dinner time just so the latter wouldn’t think she was trying to butt into her family affairs. The clever planning would help Lorelai make a good impression on Anastasia, who would then

in Lorelai’s eyes as she said, “By the way. Mom,

After all, Elliot is still in his honeymoon phase with Anastasia. You ought to wait until she’s got a

me, that’s all,” Lorelai explained. It was like playing chess,

pace

be

got out of the shower that night to get ready for bed, only to see the kitten clambering onto the couch, its claws digging into the fabric as it launched itself onto the padded cushion. It let out a soft mewl as though to insist it could make it

you be with your darling little master instead of

the couch, and as a reward, it

just wrapped up an online conference with international affiliates, and there was an imperial, decisive, and deadly air about him that made him

her during moments like these. It was an almost feral instinct that

side of him, the side that lay on the

top of her head and

innocently, “And what will you do after twenty

a brow and gave her a knowing look.

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