Chapter 786

Felix’s eyes flashed with displeasure. “I’m here to see my wife. It’s never too late for that.” Wilbur’s lips curled into a lazy smile. “As I recall, she’s planning to divorce you.” “Mr. Prescott is mistaken,” Felix said, though his tone was noticeably tight. “She’s just throwing a tantrum.” Wilbur let out a small, dismissive laugh, clearly unconvinced. Felix hated that smile. What’s more, he had just found out that Claire had spent the entire past month she was ‘missing’ with Wilbur, and a bitter feeling churned in his stomach. He suppressed the strange surge of anger and asked Wilbur in an interrogating tone, “What is your relationship with my wife?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “Purely platonic, of course.” Felix gritted his teeth. “You think I’d believe that? There’s no such thing as a ‘platonic friendship’ between a man and a woman.” Especially not when they had gone on an overseas vacation together. Wilbur just shrugged, his nonchalant expression saying, ‘believe what you want.’ Felix’s jaw tightened. He warned Wilbur, “As long as we are not divorced, Claire is still my wife. I hope Mr. Prescott will respect that boundary.” Wilbur shot him a look, then gave another noncommittal smile. “You should know, I’m not one to be lectured on morality. Mr. Quigley, instead of wasting your time preaching public virtues to me, you might want to go home and take a good look in the mirror. See if you’ve been practicing what you preach.” With that, he turned and spoke to Dariel. “Noreen is resting. She doesn’t want to be disturbed by anyone.” Dariel understood immediately and stepped forward to address Felix. “Mr. Quigley, please leave.” This was Castle’s territory, after all, and Felix couldn’t afford to make a scene. He left, his face dark with anger. The moment the elevator doors closed, he yanked at his tie, his chest heaving with a fury that had nowhere to go, a suffocating rage trapped in his throat. *** Inside the room, Claire had heard the entire exchange. When she replayed Felix’s words in her head-*she’s just throwing a tantrum*—she could only laugh bitterly at herself. Noreen woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. Seeing her awake, Claire immediately handed her the glass of lemon honey water from the bedside table. “Here, drink some of this. It’ll help.” Noreen sat up, still feeling weak and exhausted. Her throat was dry and sore, but after half a glass of the water, she felt much better. “The doctor just checked on you. He said there’s nothing seriously wrong, and the drug won’t cause any permanent harm. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else? Should I call him back?” Claire fussed over her. Noreen rubbed her temples. “Just a little dizzy and weak. Otherwise, I’m fine.” “What on earth happened last night? I heard Mr. Joyner was furious,” Claire asked. Noreen’s hand paused at her temple. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared into space, lost in thought. She hadn’t been drunk last night. But she had foolishly ingested something she shouldn’t have. Her mind had been hazy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t remember what had happened. Especially since the lights had been on. She could see everything with perfect clarity. *”Noreen, look at me. I held back.”* Noreen’s head throbbed even more. He had held back, yes, but not completely. You didn’t have to go all the way for ‘something’ to have happened. The worst part was, she couldn’t even blame him. Because… from start to finish, she had been the one making all the moves. “Noreen, why are you blushing?” Claire had been waiting for an answer, but instead, she noticed a faint pink flush spreading across Noreen’s face, and her curiosity piqued. “I’m… I’m not…” Noreen, who was usually so calm and composed, stammered.