Sierra's POV
“What did you say?” Arthur asked, his brows raised, his expression a mix of anger and shock.
I shook my head. I should not have said that. “It's noth-” I tried to speak, but he stopped me.
“It's okay. Let's go back to our table,” he said, taking my hand and leading me back to our table.
As we walked, I could only see the back of his head. I was glad he dropped it, but I wasn't sure about his reaction. When we got to our table, he took out a chair for me, leading me to sit.
“I need to do something. I'll be back,” he said.
I gave him a soft smile, which he responded to and left. My gaze did not leave the direction he walked away in as I tried to wrap my head on if he was going to ask again once he returned.
I didn't want to talk about it. Arthur returned to the table wit
