Arthur smirked, finally leaving the guy who groaned painfully. With a glare at both Arthur and Sheila, he bolted out, his footsteps echoing.
Sheila turned to Arthur, eyes blazing. “That was unnecessary,” she snapped and Arthur smirked, pocketing his hands, face unreadable and emotion blank.
His lips curled, “Unnecessary?” he huffed. "I should have ripped off that silly hand of his body, little one." He grimaced and Sheila scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.
“The dress looks good on you,” he said, turning his back on her and Sheila's fingers curled, digging into her flesh.
The dress looks good on her, is that the only thing he could say? She huffed, then glared at him before going back to the dressing room to change. She returned almost immediately, and they left together to settle the bi
