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.

could use his control of rules and matter to easily detect Wynn’s situation in the master bedroom next door. Her breathing was even as she tossed

kept thinking about

up and gently opened the bedroom door. She walked into the bedroom where Philip was and

me sleep

dark, Wynn’s weak voice carried a hint of fatigue. Philip hummed softly, turned around, and pulled Wynn into his arms. The two slept in each

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very early and went to the office. Today was the last day to negotiate with Willy Fadden. Upon reaching the company’s meeting room, Willy and his

Bang!

on the table and yelled, “What’s wrong with Madam Johnston? Is this a show of disrespect to

and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Fadden, Mr. Warren. Madam Johnston is caught in traffic and