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Prisci’s arms dropped weakly, her longshes trembling, and it was impossible to tell whether the drops falling from her face were rain or tears.
She spoke in a mocking whisper, “Wesley, if Larissa wanted my life, you wouldn’t hesitate to give it to her, would you?”
“I wouldn’t.” Wesley turned her around, gazing deeply into her eyes. “Prisci, trust me one more time.”
Prisci only shook her head. “Let me go. I swear, I will never agree to any of your grandfather’s requests again. I will leave Aetherton.”
She no longer wanted to stay here.
She was exhausted.
She was in pain.
Wesley pulled her into his arms, pleading over and over for her to trust him again.
Prisci’s pent–up emotions finally broke.
She cried, pping Wesley’s back with all her strength.
A patch of blood seeped through the back of his white shirt, quickly washed into a pale pink by the rain.
The servant watched in terror and cautiously reminded, “Sir,
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Wesley shot her a cold re, and the servant immediately fell silent, trembling.
He grabbed Prisci’s wrist and lifted her into his arms. “Prisci, let’s go back.”
Prisci was utterly in despair.
In the end, she could not escape his control.
Warm water poured down, dispelling the chill from her skin.
Prisci’s sobs continued for a long time.
Wesley stood at the bathroom door, feeling miserable. The wounds on his back began to ache again, even starting to itch.
His face was unnaturally pale.
When the water stopped, Prisci came out of the bathroom.
Wesley hid all his emotions, pulled her to his side, and gently dried her long hair with great care.
“Prisci, don’t hurt yourself like this.” He spoke softly, with a faint warning in his tone. “Don’t make Grandma worry.”
Prisci looked at her cold and unfeeling husband in the mirror. “So what?”
Her throat hurt so much she could barely speak.
Wesley tightened his grip slightly and said calmly, “As long as you are Mrs. Carlton, Grandma will receive the best care.”
He didn’t want to threaten her, but he also didn’t want today’s
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events to happen again.
He couldn’t watch her all the time, nor could he really keep her locked up at home forever.
He could only use the method she hated most.
But he wasn’t wrong; he just wanted to keep her by his side.
Prisci quietly looked at herself in the mirror.
She saw the face of a bitter, haggard woman, and her ownpromise with fate.
She sat there expressionless, epting reality.
Wesley finished drying her hair and asked the servant to bring over some ginger soup.
Brown sugar ginger soup, to dispel the cold and warm the stomach.
Wesley thought Prisci would continue to resist and refuse to drink it.
But she didn’t say a word and finished the bowl of ginger
soup.
He was filled with joy.
Their rtionship had finally taken the first step toward reconciliation, and he believed things would only get better from here.
He was full of hope, gently kissed her forehead, and said, “Get
some rest,”
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Prisciy down and closed her eyes.
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Wesley watched her quietly for a while, then turned off the main light in the bedroom and went to the bathroom.
In the dim orange light, Prisci clutched the quilt tightly.
Wesley took a shower, then went downstairs <i>to </i>have the servant help him apply medicine before returning to the master bedroom.
Morning came.
Prisciy with her eyes open for a long time before slowly sitting up, her fingersbing through her long hair.
Wesley sat up beside her.
His silk pajamas slipped down, and a faint medicinal scent spread out.
Prisci had already gotten out of bed and didn’t bother to ask where the smell came from.
She went to wash up, changed her clothes, and left the master bedroom.
Wesley’s eyes darkened.
He got up, feeling a wave of dizziness, and only then realized that he wasn’t feeling well.
His body felt a bit feverish, and the wounds on his back were getting itchier.
He picked up his phone and called the family doctor,
describing his symptoms.
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“It might be infected. I’lle over right away,” the doctor
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Wesley washed up and went downstairs. Prisci was having breakfast.
She ate slowly and gracefully, looking especially delicate.
Wesley stood on the stairs watching her for a long time, his eyes dark and turbulent, filled with emotions no one could
read.
He went to the living room.
But his gaze remained fixed on Prisci.
Prisci acted as if she didn’t notice, not ncing back even
once.
The family doctor arrived in a hurry.
Wesley took off his shirt, revealing that the wounds on his back were red and swollen.
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