After her rebirth by Cici

Chapter 65

The temperature on winter nights quietly dropped.

The cold wind slipped through the cracks in the stairwell, making Katniss shiver.

Katniss quickly ran up to the second floor. The lights were off. She fumbled for her keys in her pocket while exhaling a breath.

The voice-activated light on the stairs flicked on.

Katniss stopped in her tracks, her eyes locking onto Desmond, who was waiting at her door.

Katniss frowned, her face turning cold as she walked up.

"What are you doing here?" Katniss's face was fair and delicate like porcelain due to the cold weather, shedding the dullness and vulgarity she had at the Manners Villa. She was still young, her face tender, but you could imagine how stunning she'd be in a year when she fully matured.

Desmond held a cigarette between his fingers, the gray smoke rising and blurring his unreadable face.

"Katniss, stay away from my brother." Desmond took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling a bit regretful about his earlier thoughts.

What was he even thinking?

Even if Katniss grew to be more beautiful than Clara, so what? A person's kind nature is far more important.

To him, Katniss was a gold-digger with a heart of ice, while Clara was a diamond in the rough, with genuine kindness.

Hearing Desmond's words, Katniss ignored him.

She opened the door with her key and was about to close it when Desmond forcefully blocked it with his hand and wedged half his body inside.

Desmond's eyes were sharp as he said coldly, "Katniss, did you hear what I said?"

was getting annoyed. Was Desmond

stopped approaching him and Clara, but now Desmond came over late at night to warn her. He must be

you're sick, go see a doctor. Who I'm with has nothing to do with

brother. Do you think it has nothing to do with me?" Desmond's expression was irritable as he kicked the door Katniss

now, Katniss never quite understood the complex relationship between Maximilian and

died, the Boleyn family members were not sad at all, instead, they were visibly

entire Boleyn

overheard relatives from Desmond's mother's side saying that with Maximilian dead, and

time, she naively thought it was a struggle for inheritance, so it was

was full of Desmond,

though his illness, Desmond could never match

could Desmond rise

the cold wind blowing through the building felt even more piercing. "Don't you

do you

"Maximilian is gravely ill. The ones who most wish for his death are

had only two legitimate heirs: Maximilian

gritting his teeth. "My brother's illness has been there since birth. If you don't know, don't talk

felt as fragile

about his

and

her neck, defensively stepping back a few steps,

brother. If you think you can become my sister-in-law, you're dreaming." Desmond's tone was icy, "If I see you clinging to my brother

gives you the right to control everything I do? It's like I'm constantly walking on

that don't belong to you!"

my four brothers, and you, my ex-fiancé? Was it my fault that

the countryside. Because she was a girl, her family couldn't afford to send her to school.

people-pleaser, a yes-man, with no knowledge or education. Was it

She had no choice!