Chapter 7
Caelen sounded a little helpless. “I’m almost home, but I’ll head out and pick up some groceries. Do you want chicken soup or seafood chowder?”
Delphine was so riled by his gentle tone that her cheeks burned bright red.
Iselle had sharp eyes and clearly saw a figure turn and dash away. Her goal was achieved, she answered carelessly, “You decide.”
Caelen’s voice was full of indulgence. “Alright, missy, just sit tight and wait for your soup.”
Iselle went inside first.
She’d barely taken a few sips of soup when she heard Caelen call out, “Delphine, Iselle didn’t have much of an appetite tonight, so I made her some soup. Want a bowl?”
Delphine approached, then suddenly flipped the bowl off the table. Scalding soup splashed over Iselle’s wrist, leaving a vivid red mark.
“I’m allergic to seafood. What are you trying to pull?”
Caelen’s lips wore a smile, but his eyes brimmed with malicious provocation. “My sweetheart loves seafood chowder, so that’s what I made. And you? Who are you to me? Why should I care about you?”
Iselle tossed her spoon onto the table with a sharp clatter.
“I don’t have time for your drama,” she said coldly. “But since the soup landed on me, you’re either going to wipe it off or lick it clean.
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“Caelen, I picked you up off the street. I expect you to remember your place.”
Caelen’s pupils contracted.
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Delphine sneered, “What a temper. Watch how you talk to me, or I’ll tell Nolan, and have you thrown out.”
Iselle arched her brow, her gaze icy. “Go ahead. See if he says a single word.”
Right now, the Branor family needed Iselle more than ever. If she left, where would they find another daughter to take Delphine’s place for the Durrell wedding?
After silencing Delphine, Iselle turned to Caelen.
“You seem to enjoy bickering with Delphine. Tell you what–why don’t I arrange for you to marry her instead? You can be her little househusband and go with her to the Durrell family. How about it?”
Caelen forced a laugh. “Come on, don’t joke like that. I’m a man.
Marrying into a family isn’t the same as being a bride–no need to make it sound so humiliating.”
“That’s because I treat you so well,” Iselle cut in coldly. “You eat my food, wear my clothes, live under my roof–I even saved your life. What right do you have to say no to me?”
She stood up to leave, but just then, the massive crystal chandelier, suspended four meters above, came crashing down without warning.
Iselle had grown up tough. She instinctively shielded her head with both arms and darted away.
But what she never expected was that, at the crucial moment, Caelen shoved her aside and yanked Delphine out of harm’s way.
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The chandelier slammed into the floor, shards of glass slashing countless cuts into Iselle’s skin.
The pain threatened to drag her into unconsciousness. She glared stubbornly at her fiancé and her sister.
Just before she blacked out, she saw Caelen rushing toward her. His cold hands pressed down on her wounded arm–the final straw that broke her
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When she finally came to, the sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose. Iselle gritted her teeth, rage boiling inside her with nowhere to go.
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Before she even opened her eyes, she heard Delphine’s tearful voice by the bedside.
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“If that’s true, take me away. Let’s run. Nolan and my parents will have to send Iselle to marry the Durrell family to keep the peace. Once everything settles down, we can come back.”
“Delphine…”
Even with her eyes closed, Iselle could imagine the smug satisfaction hidden behind Caelen’s gentle gaze.
He’d finally done it. He’d won Delphine’s heart.
Before he could say another word, Iselle forced herself awake, yanking the IV from her right hand.
Caelen spun around at the sound, anxiety etched across his face. “Iselle, you’re awake! How do you feel?”
Iselle slapped him hard, snapping his head to the side.
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Caelen’s pupils shook with disbelief. “Are you out of your mind…?”
Since becoming Don Morven, no one had dared treat him like this.
A slap was more insulting than a knife to the gut.
But Iselle didn’t hesitate. She slapped him again.
“Caelen, whose fiancé are you supposed to be?
“Does your conscience really let you shove your own partner aside to protect another woman?”
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