Regret 193 Julian's head was pounding from all the yelling-he was seriously tempted to toss Genevieve right out the door.
Maybe she was worried about disturbing Mrs. Rayburn, because Wesley finally emerged from the room and closed the door behind him. "Are you done yelling?" he asked, voice flat.
Genevieve bit her lower lip, looking wounded. "You promised my mom you'd cfor dinner!" "I did promise," Wesley replied with a dry chuckle. "But I never said I'd definitely show up, did I?" She froze. "Are you-are you just playing us?" "You tried to manipulatefirst. I'm just returning the favor," Wesley said, and in that moment, there was nothing gentlemanly about him. His eyes were cold and calculating, utterly devoid of warmth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was anything but the mild-mannered man he pretended to be.
Genevieve stepped closer, grabbing his arm. "No, that was my mom, not me! And nothing even happened between us, right? Wesley, I just want you to marry me, that's all." Wesley motioned for Julian to leave. Once the butler had gone, Wesley pulled his arm free. "You know, you called Charlotte desperate the other day. But look at yourself right now-throwing your dignity away, begging a man to marry you." Genevieve stood there, stunned. But she still insisted she was nothing like Charlotte. "Charlotte knew my brother was in love with someone else, and she still married him! That's what makes someone desperate. But you-" "How do you know I'm not in love with someone else?" Wesley cut her off.
Genevieve faltered, shaking her head in denial. "Impossible! I checked your background-there's no other woman in your life!" Wesley laughed as he buttoned his shirt cuffs. "The information you found is just what I want people to see. How much of it do you think is real, and how much is just for show?" Genevieve's voice died in her throat. She stood there, dazed and speechless.
After a long silence, she finally found the courage to ask, "Do you like Charlotte?" 1/3 15:11 Chapter 193 "I do," Wesley answered without hesitation.
But it wasn't the kind of love Genevieve feared.
Her eyes filled with tears. “What's so great about her?" "She's better than you in every way," he replied, not a trace of softness in his tone.
Genevieve was devastated, her composure unraveling. "Wesley, she's already married to my brother! You don't have a chance! Besides, you already agreed to the engagement with me!" Wesley didn't bother to explain. He just offered a cool, dismissive smile, his gaze devoid of any pity. "Even if the Rayburn family wanted an alliance, they wouldn't choose a woman who doesn't know how to respect others. Miss Howard, learn how to be a decent person before you start worrying about marriage." He called for someone to escort Genevieve out, not sparing her a single glance.
Genevieve was stung, fighting back tears-her pride wouldn't allow her to cry in front of the staff.
A privileged heiress, losing out to Charlotte. How could she possibly accept that? Miranda kept Charlotte at the Howard estate, giving her a pile of baby supplies and letting her pick out whatever clothes she liked, even ordering Linette to have a guest room converted into a nursery., The woman who once found fault with Charlotte at every turn now spoke in gentle tones, acting as if she genuinely wanted to groom Charlotte as the next "lady of the house." If only she knew there was no baby on the way-she'd probably lose her mind.
Just then, one of the maids approached Linette and whispered somerlotte caught the phrase that child" on the maid's lips-she guessed they were talking about Hans. Linette and the maid slipped away.
Charlotte quickly selected a few baby items to satisfy Miranda, then made an excuse to leave. She made her way to the servants' wing, where she saw a doctor inside one of the rooms. A maid cout, and Charlotte stopped her. "Is the child sick?" 2/3 1511 G Chapter 193
The maid froze, startled. “M-Mrs. Howard?" She hesitated, then m lowered her voice. "It's nothing physical. The master...he hired a psychologist for the child." Charlotte frowned. "What happened?" 3/3