เข้าสู่ระบบSierra’s POV
I opened my eyes to meet the back of Arthur’s head. He was seated beside me on the bed, but looked the other way. “Arthur,” I called out, grabbing his attention.
He turned around, giving me a warm smile. “You’re awake,” he said.
I sat up, watching his expression. His brows were furrowed, but he kept a smile on his face. “Breakfast just came. Come,” he said, helping me out of the bed.
He led me to the living room, where the table was already set. I took a seat and only found one plate served. “Wouldn’t you have some?” I asked.
“No, I have a race later. I do well with an empty stomach. Could you come? I’ll like it if you were there,” he said.
I didn’t want to, considering I was meant to end whatever fantasy I had in my head for him. But maybe instead of
Sierra’s POVIt wasn’t a wall. A man with a well-defined chest even from behind the suit he had on, but there was something about his scent. I pulled away quickly, taking a step back when I realized it was Arthur.He was dressed to impress, and the cologne on him was impressive. He looked different, more like he had been working out. When was the last time we saw each other?Days? Weeks?Yet, he seemed to have changed so much, though the way he looked at me was still the same. He so easily decided to work out just so he could impress his fiancée. Did he do that for everyone?I turned around, intending to scold Eve for pushing me into his arms, but before I could speak, Arthur grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into him. “You are a goddess,” his voice low, hot breath grazing the back of my neck as he leaned in.I was momentarily captivated by this but tried to pull away before I did something I would regret. However, he didn’t let go. His fingers wrapped around my waist, keeping me firm
Sierra’s POVEve led me to the parking lot before letting go. “There,” she nudged her head, her gaze directed at someone.I followed her line of sight, and I spotted a man. No offense to him, but hell no. “That’s Mr. Ken, and he’s married,” I said, eyes flicking from the local photographer, who was speaking to someone, and then my best friend who had a smile to her face.“Not him. Her,” she pointed to a lady just behind Mr. Ken.“I’m not her type,” I said.“She’s not for you. For me,”“I thought you said-”“There’s a party in a few days, you can pick whoever you want then,” she said, rushing off.And there goes my best friend.Here I thought I’ll be able to release my anger in some way, which involved getting a man to give Arthur a slap to the face, but Eve just had to ruin it. I didn’t get a man but had to watch her approaching another girl in an attempt to get close. She seemed to be enjoying herself. She waved briefly at me before returning her attention to the group around her.I
Sierra’s POVI plopped on my bed, the two envelopes in hand, but those last words of Mrs. Floyd struck me in ways I could not explain. I tossed the envelopes to the side, grabbing my phone.I wanted to call him to confirm, to find out what was going on. Apologize for what I did, but I stopped myself. I had no right to ask. What was the point of apologizing? Would it change his decision to get engaged to someone else?Why didn’t he tell me? I had so many questions with an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I laid flat on the bed, arms spread. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became —at myself, him and everything else.Maybe a little outing wouldn’t be bad after all.That thought quickly changed. Eve suggested we walk to the mall. I wouldn’t have had any complaints if I didn’t have to see all the Valentine decorations going on all around.“Just because you don’t have a partner doesn’t mean love cannot go around,” was the slogan of the village.Willow Creek knew how to make
Sierra’s POV“How long had you known I had lied to you?” I asked.“A while. You aren’t exactly good at lying,” he said, taking a step forward. “I found out the next day. Stella told me everything.”“Why didn’t you confront me about it?”“I saw no reason to.”“Why?”“Because you have…”“Your reason for doing so,” I completed his words.It now felt like a recording to my ears. I always thought he did that because he loved me, but maybe it wasn’t the truth, and he only did it because he didn’t care. He didn’t see a future with me.“Yeah,” he nodded. “You know me well.”I turned around and left for Elvis’ ward. I couldn’t say a thing. I was upset. Not because Diane tricked me into coming out with her and tried not only to make me fall down the stairs with her but wanted to make it seem like I pushed her on purpose.I was upset because Arthur saved me. He acted as if he cared for me. One minute he told me he was glad I wasn’t his girlfriend anymore and the next, he was acting close to me a
Arthur’s POVI rushed over, grabbing Sierra by the waist and pulling her back and with my free hand, grabbed Diane’s hand, pulling her back before she could fall. My chest rose and fell as the shock slowly wore off.“Artie, I’m so glad you saved me,” Diane said, hands on her chest.Sierra pulled away from my grip, taking a step back. “I came to see how her son was doing, but she got upset out of nowhere and tried to push me,” Diane began.I let her speak. Everything she had memorized and ready to dish out, I was here for it. “Are you done?” I asked once she kept quiet for more than a minute.She nodded, pouting as she took my arm. “I was really scared,” she said.I nudged my hand out of her grip and turned to Sierra. “Are you okay?”She nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.”“Go back. I’ll give you an explanation later,” I told her.She took one last look at Diane before walking away. “What explanation, Artie? She hurt me. You should defend me,” Diane argued.“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” I ask
Arthur’s POV“Okay,” she simply said, lowering her head.She nodded for a moment then walked back into the hospital. My phone rang as I watched her leave. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I swiped my thumb on the screen and brought the phone to my ear.“Mr. Floyd, you didn’t respond to the message. Should I proceed with the arrangements?” Amelia asked.“No, things have changed. I’ll send you something different. Work with that,” I said, still staring at the lobby Sierra was no longer on.The call ended, and I rejoined Sierra back in the room. This time she avoided my gaze at every chance she got. I hadn’t had much to say to her after we found Elvis, especially after our unexpected breakup.I didn’t want it to be this way, but I had to go with it. It happened, and there was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to explain, but I’ll do that when everything is done.Jackson walked in with a bag of snacks. “Less busy with work now?” I asked.He handed out what he had. “Not my fault. I hav






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