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.

use his control of rules and matter to easily detect Wynn’s situation in the master bedroom

kept thinking about her past with

bedroom door. She walked into the bedroom where Philip was and

me sleep here

hint of fatigue. Philip hummed softly, turned around, and pulled Wynn into his arms. The two slept in each other’s arms

***

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

Bang!

assistant beside him slapped his hand on the table and yelled, “What’s wrong with Madam Johnston? Is this a show of disrespect to Mr. Fadden by making us wait here? She’s already

sorry, Mr. Fadden, Mr. Warren.