"You care for Wilbur?" The handsome man with a cold demeanor and slightly pale complexion stepped out from the tearoom and spoke heavily.
Delphine's feelings for Cassius Turner were more of friendship than romantic attraction. But in front of Madam Howard, she had to make her words unequivocal, ensuring she would relay them to Ignatius Leclair—so that marriage decisions would remain free from interference moving forward. With Madam Howard overseeing things, Ignatius wouldn't act out too brazenly in public.
What she hadn't anticipated was that Ignatius had been there the entire time, overhearing every word. Her body stiffened instantly, and she fell silent.
Madam Howard caught sight of the dark red mark on his wrist and immediately panicked, standing up to say, "How could your wrist end up like this? What happened?"
The man lowered his gaze, staring at the gash, his expression stoic. In a deep voice, he replied, "It's nothing, Grandma."
