Sierra’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 sitting around at h
