Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Priscilla lifted her chin and locked eyes with him, not flinching at all. “Or what? Do you expect me to clap for your devotion to her? Yeah, you surely are the paragon of simps.”

“Priscilla!” Wesley was furious.

She continued, “When I got into the accident, you were celebrating Larissa’s birthday for her. When I was hospital- ized after the miscarriage, you attended the perfume conference as her plus-one. Wesley, exactly what am I to you?

“A legal fuckbuddy? Or a breeding tool?”

She pulled her wrist away from Wesley’s grip.

Though she did it slowly, her every movement screamed determination.

Wesley’s grip loosened for a bit before he grasped her wrist tightly again.

His scorching touch burned through her skin and crept into her bones.

She had been feeling unwell, and now, all her patience was worn out. She couldn’t even be bothered to hide her dis- gust.

“Wesley, I just lost your baby. If you have even a shred of conscience left, leave me alone.”

Wesley pursed his lips, neither speaking nor letting go.

Furious, she felt her entire body aching.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

As Wesley loosened his grip, Priscilla immediately shoved his hand away and got out of the car.

Before she could walk away, he picked her up.

She spat, “Put me down.”

He glanced at her pale face. “Don’t move.”

Biting her lip, she quieted down. She had been drenched from the downpour. Combined with the miscarriage and the trip to the perfume conference, she felt utterly drained.

Therefore, she didn’t struggle in his arms.

Shortly after she went back to the ward and lay down, Sarah came over.

After giving her a check-up, Sarah reminded her subtly, “Mrs. Carlton, your condition is still weak. You should make sure you have proper rest. Also, maintaining a positive emotional state matters.”

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Obviously, Priscilla wasn’t in a good mood.

It wasn’t good for her recovery.

“Thank you, Dr. Thompson,” Priscilla said politely. Of all people, Wesley, the one person who should have been the most intimate with her, didn’t know she needed rest.

Oh, wait. Maybe he did know. He just didn’t care.

Sarah soon left.

Staring at the IV bag, Priscilla drifted to sleep before she realized it.

When she woke up, she was surprised to see Wesley.

He sat on the sofa not far away from the bed, frowning at a document in his hand. His pursed lips betrayed his bad

mood.

She propped herself up on her arms, trying to sit up.

Hearing the rustling sound, he put down the document and walked over.

Naturally putting his hands on her waist, he asked, his voice deep, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” she lowered her gaze, responding softly.

Wesley put a pillow behind Priscilla’s back and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his toned forearms.

Then he unscrewed the lid of the thermos on the nightstand and poured some soup for her.

The rich food aroma soon filled the air, and her stomach growled.

She reached for the soup.

He put it away from her and sat by the bed. “I’ll feed you.”

He seemed so gentle, his expression softening.

Staring at him, she almost had an illusion-perhaps they had never argued because of Larissa.

“I can do it.” She shook her head, turning him down.

But he still unhurriedly placed the spoon next to her lips, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

She frowned. Sometimes, she really couldn’t fathom what he was thinking. On the way back, he had blamed her for embarrassing Larissa, demanding that she apologize to Larissa.

And now, he acted like nothing had ever happened.

Did her questioning in the car make him guilty? That was … highly unlikely.

Her

gaze

fell upon

upon the

soup as she said flatly, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

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