“I’m not ming you.” Prisci was exhausted.


    No exnation would help.


    Whenever Larissa was involved, their rtionship would instantly drop to freezing point.


    He med her for not trusting him, for targeting Larissa.


    And no matter what his rtionship with Larissa was, she could never ept his kindness toward Larissa.


    “Wesley.” Prisci called his name seriously. “I know I was anxious yesterday, my tone was bad, and I med you. I apologize.”


    “I believe you truly want to save Noah, and that you’ll keep your word.”


    “But I can’t trust Larissa. Do you understand?”


    Wesley let go of her, his lips cold, his brows full of irritation and gloom. “I’ve always wanted to ask: Noah has nothing to do with you, yet you risk everything to save him. Is it really just because he’s your savior’s son, or is it because he’s Luciano’s son?”


    He turned to stare into her eyes, his voice icy. “Or, to put it more bluntly, have you really never liked Luciano?”


    Prisci opened her mouth, her throat suddenly unbearably dry.


    “L..”


    Wesley suddenly raised his voice. “Prisci, I want the truth.”


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    Even if the truth hurt, he had to know whether the woman he loved secretly loved someone else.


    Prisci couldn’t utter a single word, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.


    Time ticked by, second by second.


    Silence was the best answer.


    Wesley slumped back against the seat, the anger in his eyes gradually fading. settling into a trace of pain.


    He had a thousand things he wanted to say, but in the end, he swallowed them all.


    Saying more was pointless.


    He couldn’t change the fact that she had loved Luciano.


    No, not had loved.


    She still loved him.


    Maybe even now, she still loved Luciano.


    “Wesley, that was all in the past.” Prisci’s voice was hoarse as she tried to exin.


    She had indeed admired Luciano back then.


    But after learning Luciano had someone else in his heart, she hadpletely let go of those feelings.


    Now, three years had passed, and those feelings were long gone,


    She truly just wanted to save Noah.


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    With the intention of casing things, she reached out to tug Wesley’s sleeve, softening her tone. “Wes, can we not fight anymore?”


    Wesley’s eyes were bloodshot. To him, her softening was all for Noah’s sake.


    She was afraid he’d go back on his word, so she humbled herself.


    He brushed her hand away and told the driver to stop the car.


    The car pulled over. Without looking at Prisci, Wesley said coldly, “Get out.”


    Prisci’s face turned pale, her clear eyes full of disbelief.


    “Wesley, there’s nothing between Luciano and me except for Noah.”


    Wesley sneered, “Whether that’s true or not, you know best.”


    “Every time you sleep with me, do you feel wronged? But what can you do? Luciano is useless, so you have to sleep with me to save his son’s life.”


    His wanton humiliation made Prisci feel humiliated, her eyes brimming with tears.


    She trembled with anger, pushed open the door, and got out. “Wesley, aren’t you and Larissa just as ambiguous?”


    She and Luciano were ancient history, and even then, there was nothing between them.


    But he had always profected Larissa.


    She threw his words right back at him.


    “Wesley, you say I don’t trust you, but you’re the same. You’ve never


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    trusted me.”


    She closed the door and walked away without looking back.


    Wesley’s face was just as dark and unpleasant


    He called Elijah. “I’m going to handle the project in France myself. Make the arrangements.”


    Elijah was surprised. “But I already assigned someone else…”


    “I’ll handle it personally.”


    Wesley was on a business trip, and this time he was abroad. He probably wouldn’t be reachable for half a month.


    This was what the servant told Prisci when she returned to Chaston


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    It was also what Elijah had privately instructed the servant to say, so Prisci wouldn’t worry.


    Prisci gave a bitter smile. Elijah was always so thoughtful–this was his way of secretly telling her Wesley’s whereabouts.


    Half a month.


    If he was away for half a month, then Noah would have to wait half a -month longer.


    She had acted on impulse.


    Prisci had no appetite for dinner. She took her medicine and went straight to bed.


    In her dreams, Wesley chased after her like a ghost, demanding to know if she liked Luciano.


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    As she was being chased, Prisci woke up.


    She nced at her phone. It was 3:30 a.m. She thought about Wesley being in France, and with the time difference, it should be daytime there.


    But there were no messages on her phone.


    He was still angry.


    Prisci hugged her phone, unable to feel the slightest bit sleepy.


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