The Story Of Arthur Truluv นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Three more days passed. My private healer finally came to the door. Arthur moved to turn him away. Then he saw the medical scrolls in his hands. Three years of my full medical history. ... Three years ago, Arthur insisted on a hunting trip in the northern ice. A snowslide hit. The weight pinned his massive body flat. He lost body heat fast. His mind went. I was an Omega. I had no wilderness training. I was too scared to howl for help. I held my mother's moonstone charm tight and begged the Moon Goddess for everything I had. Take my luck. Just let him live.

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

During that time, Arthur told her stories of his family, about his father who passed away from a disease, and all the businesses he ran along with their profits, as if he were sharing his true self with the person known as his wife. ​

The only thing they wanted to know was the truth. Hence, Javier answered, “Keep living. I’ll tell you on your 60th birthday.” Arthur chuckled. “Oh, Javier, thank you for the kind gesture. That’s it then!” His mind was set. It had nothing to do with what Javier said. Arthur had basically willingly stepped both feet into the coffin. It was just that he popped his head out before the lid was sealed to ask about his last concern. Since that was the case, Javier took no longer to tell him the true answer. “Not really. He’s not your son.”

Because he wants me to stay in Hua He and I don't want to, so he threw away the career he built here and followed me? No way? No way! It's impossible, isn't it? Is he stupid? The answer was for sure. He was stupid, and he was not an ordinary fool... Zoey didn't know what to say when she realized the truth. After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence, "Are you kidding?" "You know, I never joke about work." Indeed, Arthur was the legendary nerd who was stubborn. With good medical ethics and skills, he would never make fun of it when it came to his work. Therefore, when he said that he resigned, he must have really done so.

she informed. Arthuro frowned again because when he looked at his watch, he was late for his meeting today. “Pig!” he shouted angrily to himself. He can't blame Trisha because she doesn't want to disturb him either. So he just stood up. He took his tuxedo and quickly put it on. Trisha hurried out of his office and Arthuro followed. When they were outside, he immediately turned to Trisha. "You take care of my office first," he instructed.

I sobbed again. “Arthur’s body is retrieved by the police. The evidence indicate that he was involved with drug peddlers and he got into fight with them. Police is looking for the suspects who shot him.” He told me and my mind drifted to the man who made my life a living hell until he lived. “I wish his soul rot in the deepest hell.” I cursed him even after his death because he only gave me deep scars, on my soul and on my mind. Meanwhile, the doors of the emergency ward opened and doctors came out. We rushed to them, Travis also joined us.

"For ten years, I did nothing but sharpen my teeth. I climbed over bodies, took every territory, built an empire... all for a single purpose. To one day have the right to stand in front of you and say your name." "When Arthur told me you had faked your death and were coming to Columbia as 'Sarah' to start over…" Tristan took a deep breath, his knuckles white as he gripped the cup. "I dropped everything. I walked out on an eight-hundred-million-dollar arms deal I was in the middle of signing and came here immediately." "I've been following you for ten years, Sarah." "This time, I will never let anyone hurt you again. Including the man lying in that room."

he said finally. "What?" Julian exclaimed in surprise. "Did you not hear me, you idiot?" Arthur looked at him incredulously. "I said come here and have a drink with me." With a sigh, Julian released his luggage and approached the bar, settling onto the stool beside him. Arthur poured him a glass of rum, then leaned back with a heavy sigh. What thoughts were swirling in his mind? He rubbed his forehead, then dragged his hand down his face before speaking. "Listen, whatever I ask now, you must answer truthfully. And whatever I say, you need to listen carefully, because this will shape the rest of your life. This conversation must truly matter, understand?”

Then there are those who can already relax by just being alone— that the peace and tranquillity that solitude provides is enough to recharge their batteries and be able to get back to societal interactions. For the side of Arthur, being alone with solitude was his best way to recharge, even though he likes interacting and flirting with the other students (no matter their age), he also has to 'recharge'. But when he was told that in this certain relaxation getaway that some of the third years are also invited, he agreed right away. He was easy to persuade especially when there are girls he can flirt with that are involved. And to be honest, the Student Council Treasurer was very easy to make