Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Arthur turned around and continued to climb up without saying a single word. Unwilling to trouble him further, Sophia cautiously followed after him. Slowly, her mind drifted. She rarely had the time to go hiking. The distant mountains, covered by a hazy layer of cloud and light, filled her heart with wonder. It was a nice feeling.

Bang! Distracted by the scenery, she walked into Arthur. When she realized she had bumped into him again, she blushed.

The bodyguards who had been following behind them stared at them in disbelief. No one was ever allowed to be so rude to Young Master Weiss. Just how did this girl do it? What gave her the courage to constantly annoy him? If Sophia could read minds and knew what the bodyguards were thinking, she would have the urge to bury herself alive. She was not trying to annoy him! “We'll have a better view once we're at the peak. Let us keep moving, Mr. Weiss,” said the fortune teller.

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Arthur nodded. There was no way he would cut corners when it came to selecting a spot for his grandfather's grave. He then turned to glance at Sophia as if he were worried that she could not continue the climb.

“Don’t worry. | can keep going,” she hurriedly said when she saw the look in his eyes.

The group gradually made their way to the peak of the mountain. Whenever she needed help, Arthur would always turn around to give her a hand. Even though there were four burly men right behind her, Arthur still persisted in helping her.

The peak of the mountain was a flat, grassy field with no trees to be seen. The field of grass stretching far into the horizon made it seem like they were closer to the sky.

The fortune teller began rattling off calculations based on the complex formulas of his profession. While Sophia was left confused by his words, Arthur nodded along as if he understood what was being said.

That surprised her. Had Arthur learned. how to tell fortunes just from reading books on the subject over the past few days? No way! Just how strong of a learner was he? The fortune teller pointed to a spot halfway up a mountain. “Young Master that is the spot | have selected for your grandfather. It is surrounded by mountains, which means he would be surrounded by protectors. It is a great spot.” Arthur stared at the spot being pointed at. It had a great view while being surrounded on all sides by mountains. There was nothing that loomed over it, which meant there was no weird imbalance. It was certainly a good spot.

He had planned to purchase the entire mountain as his grandfather's eternal resting place if he could find a good spot.

The mountain peak was covered in grass that came up to their knees. It was an incredible sight to behold. Standing beside him, Sophia solemnly listened to the lecture on fortune telling.

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The fortune teller began walking in excitement with Arthur following behind him. Enthralled by the lecture, she followed after them.

The fortune teller came to a stop. Suddenly, something near her began wriggling, startling her. It was a sunbathing snake that was currently licking the air in her direction while rearing up as if to attack her. “Aah!” When she saw the snake, she hurriedly darted to the side. However, a greater danger awaited her, for she had lost her balance and was about to roll off the side of the mountain.

“Sophia!” As the person standing closest to her, Arthur moved to catch her. In doing so, he lost his balance as well.

“Sir” The bodyguards charged over.

It was too late..

They watched as Arthur and Sophia rolled across the grass and over the side of the mountain.

All Sophia knew was that she was being held in a tight embrace while her face was pressed hard against Arthur's muscular chest. Despite rolling down the hill, he did not let her go at all. Thankfully, they soon arrived at a flat piece of land that stopped their descent.

The moment they stopped rolling, she pulled her face away from his chest. Her nostrils were filled with his cedar-scented cologne and the smell of grass. She looked up to find that he was bleeding from a cut on his forehead while she had come out of the experience unscathed.

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