Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 64

Before that, she went back once more.

In the lonely house, aside from the trash scattered everywhere, there was nothing left.

There was no furniture or appliances at all.

Even the student awards and honors that had been posted on the walls were torn to shreds. Clearly, those people had completely ransacked the place.

“Do you need to call the police?” Eldridge asked, noticing Priscilla’s pale face.

Priscilla shook her head. This was Dillon’s doing; calling the police would be useless and would only add to Bonnie’s troubles.

She checked every room one by one, finally sighing in helpless disappointment.

There really was nothing left to be found.

“Let’s go.”

She turned and left.

A week later, the house was tidy again.

Priscilla and Bonnie moved back from the place Eldridge had rented.

Bonnie had come out of her grief.

To express her gratitude, she invited Eldridge over for a meal.

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Eldridge accepted.

Priscilla bought groceries, and Eldridge came over to help.

Just as the meal was nearly ready, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Priscilla took off her apron to answer the door, and to her surprise, saw Wesley.

He was carrying a suitcase, travel–worn, with fatigue etched between his brows.

“Priscilla.”

He called his wife’s name, his voice hoarse.

Before he could finish, a man’s voice came from inside the house: “Priscilla, who is it?”

Wesley’s expression changed slightly. His gaze passed over Priscilla’s shoulder and met Eldridge’s eyes.

In an instant, sparks flew.

“What’s he doing here?” Wesley grabbed Priscilla’s wrist and pulled her to his side, his tone unfriendly.

The air was thick with jealousy.

Priscilla pulled her wrist free, her voice turning cold. “That’s what I should be asking you. What are you doing here?”

A faint irritation rose in her heart. She had made it clear in the divorce agreement that she was willing to leave with nothing.

So what more could he possibly be dissatisfied with?

Wesley’s expression darkened. He could tell Priscilla didn’t welcome

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him.

But she allowed Eldridge into her home.

Jealousy was almost burning away his reason.

“You…”

“Is that Wes?” Bonnie’s voice called out.

Wesley quickly regained his composure and softened his stance.

“I’ll go in and see Grandma.”

Priscilla had no intention of letting him in, her expression icy. “There’s no need, Mr. Carlton. Please leave.”

She tried to close the door firmly.

Wesley reached out to block it.

Priscilla was startled, holding onto the door and angrily asked, “What are you doing? Do you want to lose your hand?”

If she hadn’t held onto the door just now, it would have slammed on his hand.

This madman.

Wesley didn’t miss the nervousness in her eyes, and felt that even if his hand had been caught, it would have been worth it.

He forced his way inside.

Why should Eldridge be allowed here when he couldn’t?

SIT

Priscilla was no match for a man in strength and could only wa he brazenly entered the house.

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“Grandma,” Wesley called.

Bonnie politely invited him to sit and asked why he had come

“I should have come the day you were discharged, but Sir Carlton wasn’t feeling well, so I was delayed a few days.”

Wesley explained, indirectly letting Priscilla know that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to come, but that he had been held up by other matters.

Priscilla pretended not to hear and turned into the kitchen.

Eldridge asked her quietly, “You haven’t talked with Mr. Wilkinson?”

Priscilla counted the tableware. “We talked, and Mr. Wilkinson even drafted a new divorce agreement for me, but Wesley hasn’t signed it.”

Just thinking about it annoyed her.

When she went out to call Bonnie for dinner, she deliberately didn’t call Wesley.

Bonnie called Wesley herself.

A guest is a guest.

Besides, Priscilla would eventually have to return to Aetherton for her career. It wouldn’t do to completely offend Wesley.

Seeing Bonnie invite Wesley, Priscilla could only turn back and fetch another set of tableware.

Seeing Eldridge so at ease helping to serve the food, Wesley felt a pang of jealousy and said coldly, “Mr. Livingston, you seem to have a lot of free time.”

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For inspiration, and just happened to run into Priscilla and Granarsa when they returned. I also happen to be handy, so I helped tidy up th house. Grandma and Priscilla were grateful and invited me for a meal

“It just so happens that I’m a decent cook, so I made a few dishes for Grandma and Priscilla to try.”

“I live next door, so I’ll be dropping by often from now on.”

Eldridge said not to misunderstand, but every word emphasized how it just so happened that he lived next door.

Wesley could hear the strong note of bragging in his words.

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