Fury flared in Jane at the old man’s ungracious reprimand. What about how his younger son treated others? There was no way Toby would have been oblivious to the incident with the guards when they first arrived.Accustomed to his father’s attitude towards him, Ethan coughed and replied, “With the state I’m in, it makes no matter if my brain is rotted or not, there’s nothing redeeming about my physical condition anymore, but I still occasionally take it upon myself to help others cleanse their brains”.Toby shielded his face with his hands.“Dad, I was just having some fun with that woman and he tried to scald me to death!” His voice was hoarse, “He showed absolutely no regard for you, his father!”Their father eyed Toby, his face and neck were flushed from the attack. He couldn’t even defend himself, only whine and complain. How shameful!The elderly man took a seat and fixed Jane with his gaze.“What’s your name?”Jane lifted a brow at his unconcealed disdain, “Are you talking to me?”
The blood drained from Jane’s face, had she not been craning her neck to look up at him, her tears would have fallen from her eyes. She bit down hard on her lips, willing the last of her strength not to flee from her.Ethan stroked her head, “Jane, if you run into any trouble in the future, you must tell me at once. Don’t wait for me to find out from other people. Is that clear?”“I…”, Jane’s words evaporated from her. Did he want her to tell him about how she had been harassed and humiliated in school? Was that it? But Brock Davenport and Darren Leister have only been trying to help her and besides… The situation was complicated enough.There wouldn’t be any point in telling him and hindering his recovery. But then she thought of how Toby had used this matter against her and her husband, and her protests bled from her.Her eyes dropped, “I’m sorry”, she murmured.“What are you sorry for? For keeping the truth from me or for dating that man behind my back?”The words were soft but they
James Harrington could have choked on his fury, he shot a glare at Toby.“We can’t let this woman be a stain on our family’s reputation”, he declared, “If you won’t divorce her, force her to drop out of school and stay at home so she won’t go around spreading her legs!”Anxiety made Jane’s brows crease. No… she couldn’t drop out of school. She turned to her husband, silently begging him, Don’t say yes, please, please. A voice inside her whispered that from now on, her life would be inextricably bound to the Harringtons.Toby — predictably — just couldn’t leave well enough alone.“Why go through so much trouble, brother? You’re crippled ; your lower body is practically useless. You can’t satisfy her, you know that. Even if you lock her up at home, it doesn’t mean she can’t find ways to cozy up to men, like your chauffeur, your guards”.“Hell that aide of yours who’s always lapping at your heels! I’m not saying they’d take her up on it but isn’t the thought a disgusting one? She’ll make
Him, and the possessions of the Harrington family, was what his father meant. Ethan diyeven look back.His son had just walked out without hesitation.Blinded by rage, James Harrington hurled a teacup to the floor. It shattered at Toby’s feet and he leapt back, startled.He hadn’t expected that Ethan would cut ties with his family over Jane. How could a cripple like him survive without the aid of the Harringtons? It was as good as courting death. But this surprise — if you could call it that — was a welcome one.The butler was frightened too but he dared not comment on what he had just witnessed.“Calm down, Master”, he said in a mollifying tone, “it’s not worth it to ruin your health. He was probably trying to test that woman, to see if she would still stay with him even if he wasn’t the Young Master of the Harrington family.“He’s changed”, James Harrington was appalled that his son would defy him so blatantly, “He’s never dared to disrespect me like this before…”The butler remained
Heat rushed to Jane’s face and she opened her mouth to stop him from taking things any further.“What are you both talking about?”“Nothing”, Bruce shook his head, “I asked the Young Mistress what she wanted to eat today, I was just about to head off”.Jane reinforced his words with a nod, “What do you want to eat, dear?”“It didn’t matter”, Ethan said coldly.How did she expect him to have an appetite, with the fury boiling inside him? His little wife was really something — dating Brock Davenport behind his back, and now exchanging whispers with his side in secret.“I’ll make you a few different dishes then”, she said appeasingly.“I’ll give you a list of groceries, Bruce”. The side obliged.Ethan stifled an icy laugh. Making alliances now, are we? He wheeled himself into the house without saying a word.Only after he had gone did Bruce relax.“If you don’t… persuade him like I told you, Young Mistress, it won’t bode well for either of us in the future”.He had served Ethan for many y
They were barely a breath apart, making it impossible for her to see his expression. Their proximity was wine intoxicating, heady, seeping past her skin to surge through her veins.“No”He kissed her again before she could say anything else — the barest brush of his lips, the warmth of his breath grazing her face. “What about this?”She managed a shake of her head.“You like me”, his voice was rough, “You know that, don’t you, Jane?”“I do?”“Have you ever been in love?”Again, Jane shook her head. All she had wanted to do was to study hard so she could leave the Harrison household — not a relationship.A laugh escaped Ethan.“You said you didn’t want to divorce me”, he said.“But not out of duty — you want to be my wife because you fell for me. You like it when I kiss and hug you… and you kissed me back… that means you have feelings for me”.“Oh”, she was stunned; he seemed to understand her better than herself. Initially, staying by his side had been a matter of responsibility and se
The corner of Bruce’s mouth quirked. His Young Master had been furious just a few hours ago; now he was smiling dreamily. Whatever relationship he and the Young Mistress had, it wasn’t anything ordinary.“I’ll make sure something happens to Brock Davenport so he’ll stay away from the Mistress”. *. *. *. *. *. Later that night, while Jane got ready for bed, Ethan was reading a book on Marxism. — a ponderous read but he seemed engrossed in it. Her husband was so clever, she remarked in her mind.“It’s late, we should sleep”.Ethan agreed; he had been waiting for her to say that. His book on Marxism hid another smaller book inside titled… ‘How to control your woman’.He carefully put it away before pushing his wheelchair towards Jane.“Jane, now that it’s our first night after coming to a… mutual understanding, wouldn’t it be a pity to go to sleep so soon?”“What do you have in mind? Come, I’ll help you onto the bed”.He obliged. He was capable of supporting himself with his arms, but i
Jane was contemplating what ingredients to buy and what to make for lunch then…“Dear, what dish do you want on the side?… Dear?”Her head swiveled around, confused, to the sight of a man in a wheelchair sitting quietly amongst the crowd. She hurried back to him.“Why didn’t you call me, dear?”“I was waiting for you to help push me”.“What if someone had knocked into you while I was gone? This won’t do, I’d better hold your hand from now on”.Ethan had been hoping she’d say that, he let himself imagine what it would be like if she didn’t go to school, instead staying at home with him all day where he could gaze at her anytime he pleased.Yearning and paranoia mixed in his heart, threatening to bubble to the surface. Had it been up to him, he would have locked her up in the house, but he knew all too well that he couldn’t act rashly if he wanted her to remain by his side. Otherwise, he would end up frightening her off.It was almost noon when they returned to the mansion only to find t