Pointing to the newly added books on the shelf. Wesley said. “Don’t you like reading? This time I asked others to search lots of good books for you. You can spend your time reading them at home.”


    There was no trace of joy on Prisci’s face. She asked Wesley coldly. “Do you n to keep me locked up here for the rest of my life?”


    For Larissa, he was capable of doing such a thing.


    Wesley knelt in front of her with his hoarse voice. “Prisci, the position of Mrs. Carlton will only be yours, and always will be.”


    Such words of affection meant nothing to Prisci now.


    He promised her the title of Mrs. Carlton for life, while his beloved woman thrived outside.


    But she had long since stopped wanting to be Mrs. Carlton.


    “Wesley.” Prisci leaned forward slightly, her swollen eyes burning with deep hatred. “You’d better keep me locked up here for the rest of my life.”


    “Prisci.”


    “Don’t call my name. It’s disgusting.”


    Prisci pushed herself up from the sofa and moved her aching legs as she left the study.


    She didn’t spare a single nce at the books that had been specially prepared for her.


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    Wesley stood <b>in </b>silence for a long time,


    Prisci was forbidden from contacting anyone outside. She not only had no phone, but couldn’t borrow one from the servants either.


    The only things she could do were read books and watch TV


    Wesley came home for dinner every day, but whenever he was <i>there</i>. Prisci refused toe downstairs.


    She even moved into the small bedroom next door and locked the door every time she entered.


    Wesley couldn’t see Prisci in person so he could only learn about her daily life and how much she ate from the servants.


    This went on for several days.


    The servants said she ate very little and had lost a lot of weight.


    That day, when Prisci saw Wesley’s car entering the yard, she went upstairs to her room.


    In the past, every time Wesley came home, he would knock on her door, even though he knew she wouldn’t respond or open it. Still, he persisted.


    But today, it was the servant who knocked.


    Prisci opened the door,


    The servant’s voice was tinged with nervousness. “Sir said, if you want to celebrate Grandma’s birthday, thene down for dinner.”


    Prisci clenched her palm.


    That’s right, Bonnie’s birthday wasing.


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    She wondered how well the Wilburn family had managed to <b>hide </b>the news, and whether Bonnie would find out.


    At that moment, her longing to see Bonnie reached its peak.


    She went downstairs.


    It was the first time she had seen Wesley since the incident


    The man was still as handsome as ever and stood in the living room to make a phone call. His straight posture exuded an air of nobility.


    Hearing footsteps, he turned to look at her.


    Their eves met.


    Prisci looked away indifferently, walked to the dining table, and pulled out a chair to sit down.


    The table was filled with food, all to her taste.


    But just like these past days, she had no appetite at all.


    Footsteps approached, and soon the man appeared beside her.


    Wesley sat down and told the servant to serve the meal.


    The servant brought out the food and put it down gently before leaving.


    Prisci held her fork and lowered her head to eat the rice in her bowl


    A piece of fish was ced in her bowl.


    Wesley said softly, “The servant told me you haven’t been eating welltely.”


    No matter how the servants tried to prepare delicious food in dil.


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    ways, Prisci only ate a little.


    Naturally, she grew thinner and thinner.


    That was why Wesley insisted shee downstairs to cat today.


    He cared for his wife.


    Prisci chewed slowly, and after finishing her food, she put down her fork. “I’m full.”


    The piece of fish was still in her bowl but now became cold.


    A shadow passed over Wesley’s face as he said tly, “Prisci, you ate too little.”


    “I told you, I can’t eat more.”


    “Are you going to see Grandma with this look? Do you want her to worry about you?”


    Prisci clenched her palm tightly. Her greatest worry was for her grandmother.


    But she had no way to contact the outside world.


    The only chance to see Bonnie was at Bonnie’s birthday in a few days.


    “If I eat, will you take me?” She turned to him, speaking seriously for the first time.


    Wesley nodded. “I will.”


    “Fine, I’ll eat.”


    Prisci picked up her fork again and slowly finished the cold piece of fish.


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    She even took the initiative to pick up more food,


    She ate quickly and anxiously, as if she was afraid that Wesley would change his mind.