Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Priscilla nodded and sat down at the table to eat.

Then the maid brought over some soup. “Mr. Carlton had this traditional medicine sent over early this morning and told me to decoct it. He said it was a special recipe from an old doctor, to help you get your strength back.”

There was pure envy for Priscilla in her voice.

In rich families, few husbands were as nice to their wives as Wesley was.

And even though he was so young and there were lots of girls outside who would do anything to be with him, he only had eyes for Priscilla.

Priscilla smiled a little and stirred the brown medicine with her spoon.

The maid could tell that Priscilla wasn’t in a good mood, so she didn’t say anything and left quietly.

After breakfast, Priscilla changed her clothes and went to see Corrine.

Corrine’s studio sat right in the heart of the pricey city center. With her sharp eye for trends and top-notch design skills, her clothes were in high demand, and appointments were already booked up six months ahead.

It was hard to find free time.

After getting her measurements taken, Priscilla helped Corrine pack up clothes for customers.

Once they were done, they ate together.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it was already 7 p.m.

A black sedan pulled out of the parking spot and stopped right at the door. The window rolled down, and there was Wesley, looking a bit tired but still handsome.

Priscilla’s heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here?

Did he come to pick her up?

While her mind raced with questions, she asked, “Here for dinner?”

Wesley had come because he couldn’t reach Priscilla.

He had called and texted her, but she hadn’t replied to any of them.

Worried that something might have happened to her, he had her tracked down and came in person.

But he didn’t want her to know about all this.

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Chapter 23

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She had been in a bad mood lately, and if she knew he had come all the way to pick her up, it would probably make

her even more upset.

He looked kind of cold, his deep voice calm and measured. “Just passing by.”

Priscilla thought she was right.

She scoffed at her own foolish hopes and slowly settled her mind.

Then, she said goodbye to Corrine and got in the car.

After a while, Wesley broke the silence. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Priscilla fished her phone out of her bag and pressed the power button, staring down at the startup screen. “I was help-

ing Corrine pack stuff. I didn’t realize my phone had turned off. Maybe it ran out of battery.”

Wesley glanced down and, with the light from outside, saw the battery level on her phone.

It still had a third left.

He felt kind of annoyed. Was this the kind of half-hearted lie she thought she could get away with?

But he didn’t feel like questioning her.

Back at Chaston Villa, Priscilla took a shower and lay on the bed with a book in hand.

She used to prefer reading in the study because Wesley was there.

It was quiet while he worked and she read.

Even though they did their own things, it felt happy and safe.

But now, she didn’t want to be in the same room with him anymore.

So she brought her books to the bedroom earlier.

However, the guy who usually stayed in the study until 11 p.m. came to the bedroom way earlier than usual.

Priscilla didn’t think much of it until her book got taken away.

Wesley, still a little wet from his shower, leaned over her. He gave her gentle kisses on her lips and cheeks, and his voice was soft and a bit rough as he said, “Priscilla…”

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