A trace of pain and relief rose in his heart–relief that he had protected her at the time.


    Larissa couldn’t figure out what Wesley was thinking. After a few seconds of consideration, she softly said, “I don’t think he dislikes her. It’s just that Prisci has always been resentful about growing up in the countryside.”


    “She always feels like we all owe her something.”


    Wesley didn’t ask further, instead, he changed the subject to work.


    Downstairs.


    Prisci used an excuse to leave, but once going downstairs, she didn’t know where to go, so she wandered around.


    After wandering for nearly half an hour, she ran into Eldridge.


    Rafael had secretly drunk some alcohol at the farewell party, and now his high blood pressure was acting up, so Eldridge hade to get his medicine.


    As they chatted, Eldridge asked Prisci about switching job to work for him.


    Prisci didn’t hide anything and told him about the confidentiality agreement.


    Eldridge didn’t like Wesley who had business–like aura, so he offered Prisci some advice.


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    “If you want to get divorce, I can introduce a good divorcewyer to you.”


    “And as for your sister Larissa, she looks innocent, but she’s actually a bitch. Wesley just happens to like that type. You’d better not work with her, or you’ll be the one to suffer in the end.”


    “Our marital affairs are none of your business, Mr. Livingston,” a cool and indifferent male voice came.


    Wesley walked over and gripped Prisci’s wrist tightly.


    Eldridge raised the medicine in his hand and said, “Prisci, I’ll go first”


    He left with a flourish.


    Wesley’s face darkened.


    Is it necessary for them to address each other in such an affectionate way?He let go of her hand and turned to walk toward the elevator.


    Prisci followed and asked, “Why did youe downstairs?”


    Wesley let out a coldugh, with his sarcastic tone: “Did Ie down at the wrong time?”


    Prisci fell silent. She knew Wesley was angry–after all, he had just heard that Eldridge would find her a divorcewyer.


    Mr. Carlton’s marriage was not something others could meddle in.


    Back in the hospital room, Wesleyy on the bed.


    After thinking for a moment, Prisci still went over to ask if he was feeling unwell.


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    Wesley was in a foul mood and looked sour


    “Oh, it’s uneasy for you to remember I’m a patient ”


    For a moment, Prisci really felt like that Dillon’s p had knocked something loose in his brain.


    But since he could still be sarcastic, he probably wasn’t feeling too bad


    “I thought you’d talk to Larissa for a long time, so I wandered around downstairs for a bit longer. I only ran into Eldridgeter, and we didn’t talk much.”


    “As for the divorce, even outsiders know about it.”


    Prisci exined seriously.


    Wesley’s already dark expression turned even gloomier<b>. </b><b>His </b>chest heaved violently several times before he spoke coldly: “He really looked out for you, found a divorcewyer for you, and since he knows you don’t like Larissa, he ndered her too.”


    “Who does Eldridge think he is, uh? Just rely on his family’s legacy to speak so recklessly?”


    Prisci pressed her lips together. She finally understood why Wesley


    was angry.


    It wasn’t because of the divorce, but because Eldridge had spoken ill of Larissa.


    She said nothing.


    Wesley gave an order: “From now on, you’re not allowed to associate with him.”


    Prisci understood that Wesley had taken a blow to the back of his


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    head for protecting her, so she stayed silent and didn’t argue.


    But he said she wasn’t allowed to see Eldridge.


    She couldn’t do that.


    “And what did he say wrong?”


    Wesley still wore the same expression, but his gaze was icy as he looked at her.


    “Are you speaking up for him?”


    Every sentence was a rhetorical question. sparks were flying.


    The atmosphere grew tense and oppressive.


    Prisci didn’t want to argue–after all, his precious back head was important.


    She took her phone and went to sit on the sofa and tapped with head down.


    But today, Wesley seemed to be in a strange mood, acting like a resentful husband. “Prisci, for Eldridge to nder a woman like that behind her back, his character is questionable.”


    Prisci looked up from her phone, with an indifferent expression: “Isn’t Larissa a bitch?”


    “If she hadn’t been crying and whining, would you have taken that p?”


    “Or did Dillon’s p knock your brain out?”


    “Prisci,” Wesley’s eyes were as dark as ink and full of anger.


    “Larissa carefully prepared tonight’s farewell party, but Sir Livingston


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    clearly preferred you. She was just feeling disappointed. You shouldn’t have called her tears disgusting.”


    Prisci’s cool eyes were full of understanding. So Larissa had


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