Jonathan chook teshead Tm not going to the hospital”
“What?” Marina stared at hem in disbelief
* have something else to take care of first. I’ll head to the hospital once I’m done.”
His tone was calm, almost indifferent, leaving Marina quessing at his true feelings.
Niamh was in the ICU after a car accident, her life hanging by a thread–yet Jonathan was saying he had other matters to handle before even bothering to visit her?
It was shocking, but Marina couldn’t help feeling a secret surge of delight.
It looked like Jonathan really didn’t care about Niamh at all.
Not only did he not love her, he didn’t even seem to care if she lived or died.
Marina suppressed the urge to smile, laughing now would be completely inappropriate and only make Jonathan think less of her.
“Drive safe, Jonathan. If anything happens at the hospital, keep me posted, okay? You know I want to be there for you. If you need someone to stay with you, I’m more than happy to help. In a situation like this, the more support the better.”
Her tone was sincere. Jonathan nodded.
“Alright. I’ll let you know.”
The royal blue Bentley disappeared from sight, leaving Marina standing on the curb, arms crossed, unable to hide the satisfaction and glee bubbling up inside her.
“Serves her right,” she muttered under her breath.
Niamh, this time, I hope you never make it off that operating table.
Cupid’s Royal Wedding Estates.
Susy Fraser swept out of the dressing room, her gown gathered dramatically in her hands. “Julian, what do you think of this one?”
She struck a pose in front of Julian Neville.
He barely glanced up from his phone. “You look beautiful, he said, then returned his attention to the screen.
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That had been his reaction to the very first dress she tried on.
She was now on her seventh.
Susy wasn’t naive–she knew Julian’s mind was elsewhere. Their relationship was an arranged match, a merger between two powerful families, with no real affection at its foundation. His apathy, she supposed, was only natural.
But Susy wasn’t the type to give up so easily.
She’d been raised to be a winner, primed for success from childhood. Her future husband would be a man of equal stature, someone who matched her in pedigree and ambition.
Julian, in every respect–status, looks, age–ticked all the boxes.
It wasn’t love she felt for him. She’d never cared much for the idea of loving a man.
Men weren’t for loving. They were for conquering.
And Susy refused to believe that, with all she had to offer, Julian wouldn’t eventually fall for her. If not now, then soon.
“Julian, I’ve tried on ten gowns already. Which one do you think looks best?”
“They all look good,” Julian replied, barely paying attention.
But Susy just smiled. “Well, 1 can’t possibly pose for wedding photos in all ten, can I? It’s exhausting to change so many times, and the photographer says I have to pick one as the main dress.”
Julian didn’t know what to say to that.
The truth was, every gown Susy chose was exquisite–luxurious, ornate, each with a sweeping train. Some were encrusted with crystals, others adorned with elaborate
lace.
Julian watched, but to him, they all looked more or less the same.
He rose from the sofa and sifted through the sea of gowns, finally pulling out the simplest one–a pure white satin dress with a square neckline and a modest train, unadorned and elegant.
“Why not try this one?” he suggested.
Of all the dresses, Susy liked this one the least–it was far too plain. But since
Julian had picked it, she smiled and carried it into the fitting room.
In truth, Julian didn’t think this dress suited Susy at all.
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It would look perfect on Niamh.
While Susy was changing, she heard Julian’s muffled voice–he must have answered a phone call outside.
“Julian? I’m ready.”
She stepped out in the dress he’d chosen, expecting to see him waiting on the couch.
But the room was empty. Julian was nowhere to be found.
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