Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“Don’t say that, Cilla. If it weren’t for your help back then, I might have been dead already.” Tears welled up in Cor- rine’s eyes. “Forget about the gown. I’ll even die for you.”

“Hey, that’s just nonsense.” Priscilla held her hand tightly. “We have a long, happy life ahead of us. Alright?”

Corrine insisted on taking Priscilla back to the hospital. But before they left, a black Bentley stopped at the entrance.

Then someone gripped Priscilla by the wrist.

She looked up in surprise, and Wesley’s face came into her view.

She couldn’t help but frown. He had already left with Larissa, hadn’t he?

His expression was devoid of any emotion. “I’ll take you back to the hospital.”

Meanwhile, Corrine grabbed Priscilla’s other hand, refusing to let go. She said with a cold smile, “Leave that with me. Mr. Carlton, don’t let us stand in your way chasing after someone else.”

Wesley glanced at her. Though he said nothing, his gaze was intimidating enough.

But Corrine didn’t flinch at all. She was about to step forward when Priscilla held her back.

“Corrine, go home. I’ll be fine,” Priscilla comforted, her tone gentle.

She hated to see Corrine have a fallout with Wesley because of her. Besides, there was someone that Corrine had wanted to see at the conference today. It’d be such a pity if she missed the chance.

“Cilla…” Corrine was still worried about Priscilla. She glared at Wesley fiercely.

Priscilla smiled reassuringly, “Chill, Corrine. We’re still married. He won’t harm me or anything.”

Before Corrine could say anything else, Priscilla broke free from her grip and smiled, “Go inside. I’ll see you around.”

Corrine could only tell her to call if anything happened. After shooting Wesley another warning glance, she then en- tered the hotel.

Priscilla shook Wesley’s hand away and got into the car.

Sitting next to her, Wesley closed the door.

Soothing music filled the car, carrying away restlessness like a gentle stream.

The car came to a stop at a red light.

Half of Wesley’s face was hidden in the dark. “Larissa and I are just friends. You know she has someone she loves.”

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Priscilla knew his explanation was his way of compromising.

It was the first time he had explained to her since Larissa’s return.

She turned to look outside the window, her eyes brimming with tears as a wave of bitterness washed over her.

Deep down, she knew-he didn’t want her to cause trouble and make Larissa look bad again. That was why he backed down reluctantly.

She didn’t say anything.

“What happened tonight is your fault. You should apologize to her,” he demanded.

Every word was laced with his defense of Larissa and his criticism of Prescilla’s petulance.

She couldn’t help but turn to look at him. She used to be so familiar with his face, but now, she could hardly recog- nize it anymore.

“Wesley, what am I to you?” she asked softly.

“Larissa has been my friend for years, and she’s your sister. Now that she has come back after a breakup to rebuild her career, we ought to support her in every way we can.” Wesley’s tone was particularly harsh.

He didn’t get it. How come Prescilla was always so mean to Larissa?

After a pause, he added, “If you’re still bothered by the fact that I used to have feelings for her, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re my wife now, and I’ll never betray you.

“You’ve misunderstood my relationship with her.”

A dull pain shot through Priscilla’s lower abdomen. She clutched it with one hand, her chest tightening as she thought of her baby.

She sneered, “Both you and her disgust me.”

He immediately gripped her wrist.

Yanking her toward him with great force, he looked at her, his gaze filled with fierceness and rage. “Disgust?”

They were married for three years. She actually claimed he disgusted her?

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