Sophia POV
Ever since that day, I’ve been absent from all of Mr. White’s classes. Two weeks had passed, and he still tried to contact me, asking me why I didn’t attend his class lately. He wouldn’t stop calling me. He should’ve known the answer clearly by himself, I scoffed. The same goes for Arthur. He was wondering why on earth his fiancée sitting in front of him in a diner eating a super large sundae instead of taking the class.
“Sophia, eat slowly,” Arthur said in a worried tone. “This is so good. Want some?” I offered him, with a mouth full of ice cream. He shook his head, “Sophia. Why don’t you tell me what happened? Why didn’t you attend class anymore?” he asked softly. I raised one eyebrow at him, “Do I need a reason for not coming to the class? I just don’t feel like studying
