NovelEnglishAlyssa said, "Silas, you're stuffing yourself silly! Rose hasn't even taken a bite because she is busy taking care of you. Is this how you care for her?" Alyssa savored the prawns and fish Jasper had prepared for her. Her eyes widened. "Silas, if you mistreat Rose in any way, I'll introduce her to Liam, Axel, and Cyrus. We'll see if you can still eat like that then!" Silas choked, sputtering in terror, nearly dropping his plate.
Rose blushed and patted his back gently. Then, she offered him her water. "Madam, please stop teasing me." "R-Rose, cough. I'm sorry," Silas stammered, quickly putting sfood on Rose's plate. His face flushed red, on the verge of tears. "It's my first tbeing a boyfriend. Please don't be mad | haven't been taking care of you.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGivestime. I'll learn, slowly... no, quickly, as fast as | can!" Rose, slightly embarrassed, pursed her lips. She playfully poked his chest. "There's no rush, Silas. We have plenty of time." Alyssa and Jasper exchanged a smile.
The Taylors were a large family with many siblings. Each had their own specialty and personality. However, one thing united them—they were hopeless romantics.
After dinner, Rose resolved to disclose the purpose of her visit to Alyssa.
"Madam," Rose began seriously, "guess who cto my workshop today?" "Who?" "Josh's wife, Clarissa." Alyssa and Jasper were both shocked to hear that. "Why was she at your workshop?" they asked in unison.
"She wantsto design an evening gown for her." Rose frowned as fear lingered within her. "But that wasn't the point. You won't believe how she had reacted.
"She knelt beforeand wept when | informed her that | only accept appointments and don't have ready-made items available. All because she wanted an evening gown on the spot!" Alyssa widened her eyes in disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSilas gazed at Rose with admiration, resting his face on his hand. "Rosie, even the matriarch of the Schmidt family bowed to you. You're truly incredible. | love it." Silas seemed to have entirely missed the gravity of their conversation. Rose restrained the urge to roll her eyes at him. He was nothing like the assertive and persuasive prosecutor she knew.
"Haha, it seems the Schmidts truly have no concern for their reputation." Jasper's lips tightened, his tone dripping with disgust. "No wonder Josh rarely brought his wife to functions. She'd throw herself away for a mere gown. No man could tolerate a woman like that." Alyssa shook her head, her eyes dimming with concern. "I don't believe it's as straightforward as it seems.
Clarissa may not cfrom wealth, but she's educated and from a respected family. Logically, she'd care about her image. There must be more to this than a gown." "Could someone be threatening her?" "Spot on, madam," Rose confirmed, taking a deep breath to tamp down the rising rage. The next words spilled with barely concealed fury. "Clarissa collapsed during a fitting.
"When | rushed into the room to check on her, | saw that her body was riddled with bruises—beatings, cigarette burns, even whip marks. Sof them looked new as the scabs had barely formed." A suffocating silence descended the room when Rose finished. Then, a deafening bang echoed through it as Alyssa slammed her fists on the table, her reddened eyes blazing with fury. Even Jasper, who had weathered far worse storms in his life, felt a pang of fear tighten his heart.
"Josh, that bastard! He doesn't deserve to live!" Violence was never tolerated by Alyssa, but this level of cruelty was unforgivable.
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