Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1879

There was something infectious about Cynthia’s smile that made Aristotle’s lips quiver on his own. “Please, I’m only tolerating your noise because it’s you. If it were literally anyone else—well, I’d make sure they don't croak at all when I’m around. Come on.”

They returned to the Tremont Estate, and from there, Cynthia got into her car and drove away.

Aristotle stood by the door. He watched the car vanish into the distance before turning back into the house.

He was not the only audience, however, for another figure had been peering from the window upstairs, watching.

“Had she taken her lunch, Agnes?” Aristotle asked his housekeeper.

Agnes shot a helpless glance in the direction of the room upstairs.

“Uh, she hasn’t. Miss Leigh informed me she’s feeling unwell today, and hadn’t gotten the appetite. Really, the only meal she had today up until now is… well, a bowl of oatmeal she didn’t even finish,” the woman replied. “Um… She looks really pallid, Master Tremont. Could she have come down with some sorta sickness? I think it’s best if you take her to the hospital for some body checkups.”

Aristotle answered nothing. He already knew what malaised Raven Leigh—or, rather, he knew enough that it was not simply the sort that could be fixed with a single trip to the hospital.

He ascended the stairs to Raven’s room and stood outside the door. Then, he knocked as lightly as a feather.

“Is there anything you want for lunch?” he asked through the door. “If your coughs have gotten worse, please let me take you to the hospital.”

A feeble voice escaped through the door to answer him. “O-oh! I’m alright... Cough, cough! I don’t need to see a doctor, really… Cough, cough. But I… I would really appreciate it if you could—cough—have a chat with me for a bit? Sorry, but it’s pretty boring being all alone.”

He hesitated for about two seconds before pushing the door open. After taking a seat on a chair set the farthest away from bed, he began, “What’s the topic?”

Before Raven could say anything more, Aristotle had spun on his heels and strode away. He did not even dole out a look.

No! The road to realize her goal—her dream—was still beyond her reach!

Dusk fell. Aristotle was prepared for the journey to White Water Bay Villa when Raven was suddenly seized by an even more severe fit of coughs.

She had been sputtering for the entire day that by the evening, Agnes simply could not bear to hear it anymore. “Master Tremont, I really think you should bring Miss Leigh to the hospital,” she implored. “I really think her coughs imply something more than the usual ones we know.”