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
“You’re a guest, Doctor Owen”, Jane smiled politely, “It wouldn’t be right”.“I’ll be staying here for a while from today onwards”, Cassidy matched her smile, “I hope you don’t mind”.“Not at all”, Jane was sincere, “Thank you for helping my husband with his recovery”.Ethan wanted to be alone with his wife so he told Cassidy, “Why don’t you go rest in the living room?”She sighed.“If you wish. I suppose I have no choice but to sit around and wait for lunch then”. *. *. *. *. *. The three of them sat down to lunch and Cassidy watched as Jane helped pick out dishes for her husband. She was about to interject that Ethan only ate food he chose himself when he opened his mouth and let Jane feed him — and from her own pair of chopsticks too!Was this the same man she had known? He had been so wary of others who tried to even get close to him — even she, as his doctor, had found him to be intimidatingly brooding at times…“Is the food not to your liking, Doctor Owen?”Cassidy shook her h
This was her cue to give him a goodbye kiss — a practice that she secretly enjoyed and that warmed her heart. But Cassidy was right there, same as yesterday.Shyly, she gave him a pat on the shoulder, like they were brothers instead of husband and wife.“You can do it!”, she said encouragingly and fled.Ethan stifled a disbelieving laugh.Cassidy’s fists clenched when she saw the smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Jane is such a darling”, she commented.“She is”, he echoed, his eyes uncharacteristically soft. “But you should refer to Jane as Mrs Harrington instead”, he said as he short her a glance with a perfectly lifted brow.“Don’t you despise that surname?” She asked as she raised a playful brow in return, “Or should I call her Mrs Ethan?”He gave it a moment’s contemplation and decided, “I don’t mind that either. As long as she’s mine”.Cassidy was throbbing with rage but her smile never wavered. “Ethan, I’ll be living with you both for some time so I think it’s best if I act a lit
“I —”“Save it!. My husband won’t die. He’ll recover — he will!”Brock scoffed, his aristocratic features turning cold.“Stop dreaming. How many years has Ethan been undergoing treatment? If he could recover, he would’ve long ago!”“How delusional can you get — just because you studied medicine for a few years? That cripple’s father despises him and now he has cut off all his son’s financial resources”.“Tell me: do you think he can survive without the aid of his family? Would you really rather stay with him than give me a chance?”Jane was shocked. She hadn’t known that Ethan’s family had severed all financial ties with him, too. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t gotten into trouble, her husband wouldn’t have fallen out with his father over her — and he would still have money for his treatment.She bit her lip, warding off her rising anxiety.“Are you listening to me?” Brock demanded.“Yes. Thank you for informing me. I have some money to spare for my husband’s treatment”.It was