Johan answered the phone, Wesley told him Larissa was here, Johan was silent for a few seconds, then agreed toe get her.
“See, he said he’lle get you.”
Wesley stood with arms crossed in front of the TV cab, as her half- brother, he sincerely advised Larissa.
“Larissa, you need to change your temper, stop being willful, learn to manage your marriage well.”
Larissa dug her nails into her palm, tears falling again.
What’s the use of her managing alone, Johan has no ce for her in his heart.
Wesley showed no pity, “You knew from the start, he doesn’t like you anymore.”
Larissa covered her face in pain, “But he doesn’t like Corrine either, there’s a woman in his heart.”
“Brother, can you help me find out who that woman is?”
Larissa looked at Wesley with hope, a bit crazed, “I really, for thest time, beg you, help me find out who that woman is.”
She bit her lip, “He even kept a room for that woman at the old family home.”
Wesley frowned, “Old family home?”
Room?
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He knew exactly what it was.
But he had no intention of telling Larissa.
“You’re overthinking it. That room might just be a guest room.”
Larissa shook her head, strands of hair swaying. “No. When I went there, it was being renovated entirely in a woman’s style.”
Johan had no younger siblings, and Juniper never visited the old house. That room must have been meant for someone he couldn’t forget.
“Brother.”
“Enough.”
Wesley snapped, his voice low and stern. “I warned you back then not to marry Johan. But you stubbornly insisted on marrying him. Now you’re turning paranoid again. When will this end?”
It was the first time he’d spoken to Larissa with such a harsh tone.
“I…” Larissa couldn’t get the words out.
It was all her own choice.
But Cecilia caused all this.
If Cecilia hadn’t posed as Prisci to enter the Wilburn family, opposing her at every turn, she wouldn’t have married Johan out of spite.
Now… this was her life.
Of course, she dared not voice this resentment to Wesley.
These days, Wesley was especially protective of Cecilia.
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Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose, softening his tone. “Larissa, even if you divorce Johan, you’ll always be my sister. I’ll look out for you.”
He gave Larissa another chance to choose.
Larissa didn’t even hesitate before refusing outright.
“I won’t divorce you.”
She ground her teeth, voice dripping with resentment: “I’ll never let her win.”
She had to know who that woman was.
Wesley was disappointed.
“Suit yourself.”
He had nothing left to say.
Larissa knew Wesley was angry. She lifted her eyes slightly, voice soft and pitiful.
“Wesley, I want to stay here.”
She couldn’t leave–not withoutpleting the task Wesley had given her.
“Johan’s already on his way to pick you up. Since you refuse the divorce, go back with him.”
Under the light, Wesley’s expression could only be described as icy,
Larissa felt despair and disappointment.
Wesley’s heart now belonged entirely to Cecilia.
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Larissa raised a hand to cover her eyes, hiding the burning jealousy within.
“Can’t you let me stay just one night?”
Wesley’s answer remained unchanged. “No.”
Ten minutester, Johan arrived.
Car keys in hand, he strode in, grabbed Larissa’s wrist, and yanked her up without any gentlemanly manners.
“Let’s go.”
Larissa cried out in pain. “Johan, ease up! You’re hurting me!”
Johan acted deaf, marching toward the door.
Wesley frowned at the sight and stepped forward to intervene. “Johan, you’re hurting her.”
Johan snorted indifferently. “What, feeling sorry for her?”
Larissa called out intively, “Johan.”
Wesley nced at her before addressing Johan. “She’s your wife, not your enemy.”
“I’ve always been like this.”
Johan didn’t bother to hide his dislike for Larissa.
They all knew how this marriage came about.
Their eyes locked, each seeing unwavering resolve in the other’s gaze.
“She stays here tonight.“.
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Wesley chose to protect Larissa.
He stepped forward, mping down on Johan’s wrist, straining to free Larissa’s hand from Johan’s grip.
When Cecilia didn’t want to deal with him, she’d pretend to be asleep.
Johan held firm, refusing to let go.
He looked up at the woman standing on the stairs, warning Wesley, “Cecilia’s watching you.”
Wesley turned and saw Cecilia.
After just one second, he averted his gaze and tightened his grip again.
Johan released his hold, even stepping back as he shrugged.
“Wesley, you called me to pick her up. What’s your game now?”
Wesley shielded Larissa behind him, his expression grim. “Johan, regardless of anything, she’s your wife and my sister. You’re too rough with her.”
Not even the slightest tenderness or respect.
Johan raised an eyebrow. “So?”
“She stays here tonight. Go home and calm down.”
Wesley knew-
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