Chapter 835 Three Sword Sects
Gazing at Ninette’s rosy lips, Emrys was suddenly reminded of a moment not too long ago, when he was just a step away from crossing a significant threshold with her. His breathing became increasingly labored.
He felt as if roaring flames weredburning within him.
Yet, in the next second, he felt a pang of uncase, a sensation akin to a thorn in his back.
Without a doubt, it was Ameera’s ominous and murderous gaze fixed firmly on his back.
Of course, Emrys wouldn’t pay her any attention. He simply picked Ninette up and returned to the room.
That night, Ninette clung to Emrys as she drifted off to sleep, much like an octopus wrapping its tentacles around its prey. Ameera, on the other hand, sat vigilantly aside, keeping her eyes open and staying awake the whole night, not daring to let her guard down for even a moment.
Early the next morning, Emrys left the Morris residence. But before long, he ran into a
man.
It was Ameera’s husband, Wyatt.
Despite bearing the last name Morris, Wyatt was far less significant in the Morris family
than Ameera.
Emrys asked in surprise, “Mr. Morris, were you waiting here specifically for me?”
He didn’t harbor much ill will toward Wyatt. Instead, he felt deep sympathy for the latter for marrying a woman like Ameera, turning himself from the supposed head of the family into a hen–pecked husband.
Emrys sympathized with Wyatt’s ordeal.
Wyatt smiled. “Emrys, that’s just how Ameera is, overly ambitious and status–conscious. If she said anything out of line last night that hurt you, let me apologize on her behalf.”
He seemed very sincere, but at the same time, equally helpless.
Emrys‘ face showed a strange expression as he said, “Mr. Morris, you’re overthinking it. My departure from the Morris residence wasn’t because of Ameera. I didn’t take any of
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her words to heart.”
Of course, there was no way Emrys would be so vulnerable. No matter how merciless Ameera was with her words, she wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest.
Wyatt flashed a bitter smile. He assumed that Emrys was merely putting on a brave front and chose not to wound the latter’s pride. “Ameera is more bark than bite. She’s actually very kind–hearted.”
Emrys remained silent, refraining from passing any judgment.
In fact, he couldn’t be bothered about what kind of person Ameera was.
A moment later, Emrys broke his silence and said, “Mr. Morris, if you’ve been waiting here specifically to tell me all this, there’s no need for you to. You shouldn’t feel guilty either.”
Emrys didn’t know how to explain himself in such situations. He figured Wyatt probably wouldn’t believe him even though he said that he didn’t take Ameera’s words to heart.
However, Emrys did find himself growing somewhat more fond of Wyatt.
Seeing how Wyatt had woken up early in the morning to wait for him, all while keeping it a secret from Ameera, Emrys was undoubtedly moved by the former’s sincerity.
Wyatt cast a deep gaze at Emrys. “Actually, other than expressing my apology, there’s something else I want to give you.”
“You have something for me?”
A look of confusion crossed Emrys‘ face.
Then, he saw Wyatt carefully pull out something and handed it over to him.
It was a small sword, no larger than a pinky finger, intricately etched with formation marks. It was not sharpened, and at first glance, it looked like nothing more than a child’s
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