He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 296

Ottilie asked, "Do you have any proof, Ms. Tarrant?"

Nyssa shook her head.

Ottilie didn't say another word. She just smiled.

It was a beautiful smile, but Nyssa easily read the absolute contempt behind it.

In that split second, her near-death confusion vanished, and absolute clarity washed over her.

She remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I'm sorry. I just fell into the water and I'm still a bit disoriented. I must have misremembered."

A maid brought over a blanket and draped it around her shoulders.

Clutching the fabric, her frail body trembled violently in the cold.

Water droplets clung to her long eyelashes—it was impossible to tell if they were tears or pond water.

She looked incredibly pitiful and alluring.

Anyone seeing her in this state would find it impossible not to forgive her.

Years ago, Ottilie herself had been deceived by Nyssa's harmless, innocent facade.

"You really should keep a closer eye on things next time, Ms. Tarrant. I'd hate for Yorath to get angry with me over you again."

Ottilie glanced at Yorath with a faint smile. "I have no intention of going back to St. Dymphna's Psychiatric Facility. Next time, I think I'll just go straight to jail."

With a polite nod to Yorath, she turned and walked away.

Yorath started to follow her, but Nyssa called out, "Yorath, could you tell me what you and Heath were discussing earlier?"

He paused and looked back at her. "You don't know?"

"I don't. He wanted to poach me for his agency. But you know my heart is always with you. I absolutely refused. As long as you treat Ms. Sewell and me equally, I'm not going anywhere."

Nyssa still didn't know about Heath's car crash.

Nor did she know the outcome of their negotiations.

Regardless of the outcome, she was determined never to openly burn her bridges with Yorath.

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