Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 150

But now, Bonnie was being looked after by Frank, Noah had Luciano, and her feelings for Wesley were already gone.

So if Amelia wanted to hit her, she wouldn’t just take it

anymore.

“Get out.” She looked at them expressionlessly, unceremoniously kicking them out.

Juniper’s eyes turned red with anger. She shouted at Corrine, “You’re actually hanging out with this woman? Do you not want to make it in Aetherton anymore?”

Priscilla picked up another half cup of tea and pretended to throw it at Juniper. Juniper, terrified, backed away repeatedly and had no choice but to leave.

Amelia threatened viciously, “Priscilla, don’t get cocky. You clingy little vixen, I’ll deal with you sooner or later.”

Priscilla raised her hand, and Amelia fled in panic.

Corrine quickly closed the door and took the teacup from Priscilla’s hand.

Priscilla apologized to her, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

Corrine knew she misunderstood and gave a wry smile, pulling her to sit down. “It’s not your fault. I never got along with her anyway.”

Priscilla was surprised. “You know each other?”

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Corrine didn’t want to talk about it. She had just finished sewing a new dress and urged Priscilla to try it on.

Priscilla frowned slightly. She could sense that Corrine was a bit distracted.

She was clearly hiding something in her heart.

When Priscilla returned to Chaston Villa, Wesley arrived just moments after her.

He was in a great mood today, and as soon as he walked in, he greeted her with a passionate kiss.

The servants quickly averted their eyes and made themselves

scarce.

Priscilla, embarrassed and annoyed, pounded his chest. “Stop it.”

Wesley simply picked her up and carried her straight upstairs.

When a man is willing to lower his pride to coax, and a woman is willing to soften her stance to respond, what happens in bed becomes pure enjoyment.

Afterwards, Wesley kissed Priscilla’s sweaty forehead, feeling as if all the recent frustrations had melted away.

His palm rested on Priscilla’s lower abdomen, full of hope that a new life would soon be growing there.

He even found himself wondering whether it would be a boy or a girl.

“Priscilla, our child will definitely be beautiful,” he murmured tenderly.

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Priscilla turned on her side, burying her face in his chest.

She didn’t want him to see her true expression.

She didn’t want a child to come so soon.

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This child was not the product of love, not something she had ever hoped for.

“Mm,” she mumbled.

Wesley’s heart was filled with tenderness. Seeing her so gentle and obedient in his arms made him feel completely content.

Seeing that it was getting late, he casually threw on some clothes and went downstairs.

The servants had kept dinner warm. When they saw him, they immediately asked if he wanted the dishes freshly prepared.

Wesley picked a few dishes at random, took the medicinal soup, and returned to the bedroom.

The servants whispered behind his back about the couple’s reconciliation, all of them quite pleased.

Wesley helped Priscilla sit up, half coaxing and half insisting that she eat a little, then finally went to fetch the medicinal

soup.

It had already cooled a bit.

He was about to set the soup aside. “Forget it, you don’t have to drink it.”

Priscilla grabbed his arm. “I can drink it.”

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She finished the soup, then clutched her chest, feeling a bat uncomfortable.

Wesley looked at her with concern. “If you can’t take it, you don’t have to drink it anymore?

Priscilla forced a smile, “Good medicine tastes bitter, it’s nothing.”

She drank some warm water to wash away the bitterness, then turned her back and lay down.

A man’s words in bed can’t be trusted, Otherwise, he wouldn’t have forced her to drink another bowl after she had already thrown up before,

Now he said she didn’t have to drink it if she didn’t want to-

how ironic.

Besides, if she really refused, he would start to suspect her motives and might even go back on his promise to save Noah,

Wesley took the dishes downstairs.

Elijah was already waiting in the living room.

He handed the organized documents to Wesley.

“This is the information we’ve found so far. What Madam said is basically true. Three years ago, there was indeed a fire that killed two people, and it was Mrs. Carlton who handled the aftermath”

Wesley felt relieved–Priscilla hadn’t lied.

But when he reached the last part, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

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“They look very similar?”

Elijah quickly replied, “Yes, that’s what people living nearby said. They said Ms. Wilkinson from the flower shop had two apprentices who looked about seventy or eighty percent alike, but their personalities were completely different–one was lively, the other quiet.”

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