WRITER POV

Arthur was sitting on the couch. His long legs were placed firmly against the floor as he focused on the laptop in front of him. He seemed to be working.

When he saw Natasha, he pointed at the cup of tea beside him.

"Drink that."

"Okay."

She walked over and picked up the cup of tea. She did not drink it immediately. Instead, she seemed to be preoccupied with some thought before calling out to him.

"Arthur."

"Yes?" His voice was cold as he remained focused on the screen before his eyes.

She stared at his sculptured jaw and profile. Her pale lips twitched.

However, he seemed to...