“It’s not what you’re assuming. She’s merely a person of great use to me. Now, go prepare for the


    Lawsuit,” Ryan rified, his voice firm, But before Humphrey could leave, he paused.


    “Wait, I have one more question,” he said, uncertainty in his voice.


    “What is it?”


    “Why haven’t you weed Nancy into ourpany? She’s going to be my wife, and it’s challenging


    for me when you act this way.”


    “Do you really believe I’m the one rejecting her? Can’t you see that she holds herself in high regard and


    has no desire to be here?” Ryan countered.


    Previously, Ryan had considered Millie as the best choice for the Chief Designer position at D.S.


    Company. Her talents in design surpassed Nancy’s, and the fact that she was Marcus’ wife added to


    her appeal. If Millie were to join hispany, it would create ripples in Marcus’ life. Unfortunately, the


    possibility of Millie joining now seemed remote.


    Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    He would need to expedite his ns with the woman and set the wheels in motion.


    Meanwhile, at Quie Temple.


    Darin was guided into the room by his bodyguard, who was then dismissed with a curt, “You may leave


    now.”


    “Rest well. I’m off to bed myself,” Rhea said, starting to exit.


    Darin caught her hand, and the bodyguard cast a quick nce at them before exiting and shutting the


    door.


    Staring at Rhea’s twisted expression, Darin sneered, “Do I humiliate you so?”


    Throughout their journey, Rhea’s face had fallen every time they encountered someone, and she


    seemed determined to distance herself from him. Had she forgotten why he was disabled?


    His present, wretched condition was entirely due to her actions. He was now bound to a wheelchair, yet


    she disyed neither guilt nor remorse-only disdain.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    “I need rest; I’m exhausted,” Rhea replied, avoiding his gaze.


    “We can rest together; I’m tired as well.”


    Darin’s voice chilled. Sometimes he even loathed himself. Rhea was utterly heartless. Why did he still


    harbor hope for her?


    “Darin, don’t press me. I have my limits,” Rhea said through gritted teeth.


    “Where are those Limits? We’ve been intimate before, and you enjoyed it. Now you think I’m disabled


    and fear I can’t satisfy you? Worry not; it’s only my legs that are damaged, not my virility,” Darin shot


    back.


    Rhea’s eyes widened, anger surging within her. The affection she had once shown him was merely to


    manipte him to her advantage.


    Even if she couldn’t marry Marcus, she refused to stoop to intimacy with a disabled man.


    She pulled at her lips in a sneer.


    “Don’t deceive yourself with fantasies of manly vigor. Spare me such delusions. Have you any idea


    what people in our social circle say about you behind your back?


    They call you a waste, a cripple. Even those who sell their bodies for a living would find you a burden.


    Your mother is the only one who adores you, constantly singing your praises for fear you might act


    foolishly.”