Chapter 467

"Mr. Delaney, long time no see." Lorna strolled up to James, a sly smile curving her lips. "I heard Ms. Kensington has been unwell, so I brought some fruit to check on her."

Whenever James looked at Lorna now, she reminded him of every devious villainess he'd ever seen on TV.

He planted his tall frame squarely in the doorway, face ice-cold as he blocked her path. "Spare us your fake concern. Take your lousy fruit and get out."

Lorna arched an eyebrow, her smile never faltering. "Your hospitality is certainly... memorable, Mr. Delaney."

James rolled his eyes. "And what makes you think you're a guest here? Oh right, guest-with a capital G for Grievance."

Lorna's smile froze for a split second.

It was obvious James had no intention of letting her see Briony.

Still, Lorna didn't lose her composure. She set the fruit basket down on a nearby chair. "Alright then. Since I'm not welcome, I'll be on my way."

"Take your fruit with you!" James snapped.

"It's just a small gesture. If you don't want it, throw it out," Lorna replied lightly, turning on her heel and leaving without a backward glance.

James was fuming. The sight of that fruit basket only annoyed him more.

Just then, a cleaning lady passed by. James called her over and handed her the fruit without a second thought.

of aggravation dealt with, he finally pushed

room.

some point and

him at

and

crossed to the bed and gently placed a hand on her forehead. "Your fever's gone down. How are

her head.

heart aching at how pale

easy, alright? We'll figure

emotions had

a dream,"

looked at her. "What did you dream

dreamt I killed Stewart... and

even think about something

him, a faint, bitter smile on her lips. "In my dream,

James froze.

her gaze

her with so much hatred. I remember thinking there was no hope for him. I couldn't understand

wasn't until

moment he was named the future heir of the Kensington family. From the day he was born, he was branded as the successor. The

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