Miss Primrose will not be joining for dinner as she's been feeling under the weather."
Cassius did not touch his food. The vibrant colours mixed on the plate. His eyes flashed with darkness when the colour red entered his wine glass. A small amount of wine was poured in by the servant.
His sharp amber eyes scared the servant into almost dropping it. A small splash on his shirt soaked into the fabric and dyed it a deeper shade of grey.
"Primrose is sick. I was taking care of her." He informed me rather casually.
"She's sick? What exactly happened to her?" Austin was the first to ask, attracting all eyes on the table.
He realised his mistake and sealed his lips. He lowered his gaze but his ears stood tall to listen in.
"A slight fever. She's sleeping."
Cardan nodded, "It is not easy to adapt in a n……
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