“Anti-Christ?” Arthur huffed, his expression returning back to that thick, stoic expression and the smirk on Sheila's face deepened.
“Isn't that what you're?” She mused and Arthur smiled, his eyes ominously dark.
“I love the name,” he snarled. “Sounds perfect for my personality, don't you think?” he arched his brows and Sheila's shoulders slumped as she shook head frantically.
This guy has lost it, seriously.
Without bothering to reply, she went online and began searching for the perfect dress for tomorrow.
After what felt like eternity, she passed his phone to Arthur, a smirk placing across her lips.
Arthur only chuckled, then glanced up at her.
“This?” his lips curved and Sheila smirked.
“My choice obviously,” She replied and Arthur didn't say a word, she just typed in a few thin
