"Come now, darling. What is the meaning of this?" Arthur's voice dripped with feigned concern as he took a deliberate step closer, his piercing gaze locking onto Sophia's. "Your husband is here, so surely, you should be looking into the eyes of the man you've been expecting."
His lips curled into a subtle smirk as he reached out, gripping her arm and pulling her toward him.
Sophia's breath hitched, her body stiffening in response to his touch.
But just as the tension between them thickened, an unexpected act shattered the moment—Sophia released a small but unmistakable burst of gas.
Athur, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't contain his amusement.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he observed her flustered state. With an air of casual dominance, he extended his hand, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
Then, with a firm push, he forced her to meet his gaze, ensuring that her trembling eyes remained locked onto his.
