Seeing Arabelle’s stunned face, Jaxon realized he had let his guard down; he had just dreamed of that damned woman, Liora.
He hurried to explain. “Sorry, Arabelle. She was by my side for so many years. It’s just a habit.”
Tears shimmered in Arabelle’s eyes. “You called out Liora’s name. Have you fallen for her now?”
“No. I haven’t. I only love you. You know that.”
Noticing the trace of impatience flash across Jaxon’s face, Arabelle quickly changed the subject.
“Alright, I understand. I must’ve fallen asleep last night and missed your calls. That’s why I came early today.”
Jaxon nodded slightly, then turned and headed to his room to rest.
Arabelle followed close behind; her fists clenched tightly. Deep down, a storm of jealousy brewed. Jaxon’s heart was starting to shift toward that woman. She had to act fast.
She thought of the dinner from the night before, how the head of the Montgomery family had assured her father they would drive Liora out completely. That memory finally calmed her racing thoughts.
“Liora, you filthy bitch. I’ll ruin you soon.”
While boiling the medicine, I glanced at the calendar.
Three days left until the wedding.