“Julian, will you play a game of chess with me? I’m so bored.
Ah! Wesley, you’re here too. I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Her voice was clear and gentle, a picture of fragility. Her arm was suspended in layers of bandages, and over her white velvet chemise, she wore a long, pink, embroidered silk robe.
The hem flowed elegantly around her, making her look as delicate and fragile as a porcelain doll.
When Wesley looked up and saw her, a wave of sympathy washed over him.
Mira was becoming more and more unreasonable these days. How could she hurt such a beautiful and kind sister?
Julian frowned. “What are you doing out here? You’re injured. Shouldn’t you be in your room resting?
We have things to discuss.”
“It’s alright. We’re all friends here. If you’re bored, come sit with us. The more, the merrier,” Wesley offered.
“Thank you, Wesley.”
Mara sat down between the two men, positioning herself slightly closer to Wesley, all while stealing careful glances at Julian.
“Go back to your room.”
Though Julian wasn’t the most perceptive person, he was well aware of his sister's intentions.
He wasn't a saint, but he found Mara’s attempts to poach her sister's childhood sweetheart shameful.
“Julian!” Mara looked like she was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up.
This made Wesley’s heart ache even more. “Julian, just let her get some fresh air. A good mood is essential for a patient to recover.”
Julian felt he had no choice. He figured she wouldn’t try anything with him right there.
Just as he was about to nod, he saw Mara wrap her arm around Wesley’s and lean against him.
“Wesley is so much nicer. Not like Julian, who only knows how to yell at me.”
Wesley was the son of a wealthy family, handsome and charming. The first time she saw him, she had wanted him for herself.
Marrying into the Scott family in Mira’s place was both her own desire and the order from that person—a win-win situation.
But Julian suddenly lost his temper. “Go back!”
“Wesley, you are Mira’s fiancé. Watch yourself.

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