The young nurse hung up the phone, quickly standing at attention with her hands down, speaking timidly, "Miss Delphine said she'll be here shortly."
"Hmm." The noble and handsome man replied languidly, his tone indifferent, "When she arrives, tell her the wound has worsened. Make it sound as serious as possible."
"Understood, Mr. Leclair." The young nurse clicked her tongue; the wound looked terrifying but hadn't hit any vital areas. The man was in excellent physical condition and recovering remarkably well—he could be out of bed in three days. Yet here he was playing the role of someone gravely injured. The wealthy sure know how to play games.
The man gestured for her to leave. Before Delphine arrived, it was Cassius Turner who came first.
When rivals meet, sparks fly. One was deep and indifferent, the other gentle and refined—they were no exception.
