The First Heir

“I don’t know.” Wynn’s eyes reddened, and she hesitated.

Philip squeezed Wynn’s small hand and said, “Wynnie, trust me. No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you. I’ll always be your greatest support.”

Wynn’s tears started falling.

Philip got up and left the bedroom. He walked to the door, turned back to Wynn, and said with a smile, “Have an early rest tonight.”

Then, Philip returned to his bedroom.

These days, he and Wynn slept separately. With certain things acting as a barrier between them, it was not that easy to resolve the issue between them. Many things needed time to fade away.

In the middle of the night, both of them lay on their beds. Neither could fall asleep as both were lost in their thoughts. The two rooms were separated by a wall.

master bedroom next door. Her breathing was even as she tossed and turned. She did

lay sideways as she kept

suddenly got up and gently opened the bedroom door. She walked into the

me sleep here

the dark, Wynn’s weak voice carried a hint of fatigue. Philip hummed softly, turned around, and pulled Wynn

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the last day to negotiate

Bang!

Madam Johnston? Is this a show of disrespect to

said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Fadden, Mr.