Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The Patience of Baron Stuart

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The nearby Antonio Bailey worried Emily Walker might become hostile towards Rylee because of this, so he couldn’t help but feel anxious, “Emily, um, Rylee and Baron Stuart really don’t have anything going on anymore, so you shouldn’t…” Don’t mind.

Hearing this, Emily smiled, “I don’t take it to heart, and besides, Baron Stuart isn’t a person who lingers in the past. I trust him.”

Her words were tinged with a hint of strength, and she was unwilling to share her feelings about him with others.

Finished speaking, she looked at Rosanne Nichols again, “I know that you and Baron Stuart are just in the past, so I don’t mind at all. On the contrary, I appreciate that you can be honest with me about these things.”

A failed relationship might not be easy for Sister Rylee to endure in her heart either.

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Rosanne Nichols smiled. The more she could let go, the better, “So, are the three of us good sisters from now on?”

Hesitating at the words, Emily looked at Antonio Bailey and then at the radiant smile on Rosanne Nichols’ face, and she nodded, “Okay!”

With Emily’s nod, the three of them laughed together, and the dinner continued to be enjoyed joyfully.

After dinner, the three chatted casually for a while, and when the time came to eight o’clock, it was time for Antonio Bailey and Rosanne Nichols to leave.

She sent them out of the courtyard door and then Emily returned to the living room.

At this time, Mrs. Noelle was busy tidying up the kitchen, and looking at the empty living room, Emily felt somewhat lonely.

Putting away the feeling of loneliness, Emily went up to the second floor, took a bath, and then lay down on the bed.

Emily didn’t know how many hours had passed, but she had absolutely no sleepiness.

She had been falling asleep easily lately, but tonight, the more she wanted to close her eyes and sleep, the more awake she felt!

She tossed and turned, and didn’t fall asleep until midnight.

And he, after all, didn’t come back.

Actually, she knew very well that Baron Stuart wouldn’t be able to come back tonight, but she still hoped for a glimmer of hope.

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In the end, the hope was shattered.

People really shouldn’t hope too high sometimes, because once it’s shattered, it’s like a bottomless abyss, and their heart falls to the lowest point.

The next day

Baron Stuart had been in the hospital since yesterday afternoon, and it wasn’t until 9 pm, when Zachary Stuart fell asleep, that he wanted to return to the private villa, but he was stopped by Zachary Stuart’s people!

Until this morning, when he woke up at the Stuart Familiy, he wanted to go directly to the company, but that annoying thing happened again.

He looked coldly at the eight bodyguards behind him, “Are you sure you want to follow me?”

The head bodyguard bowed, “Young Master, for the safety of the Old Master, please don’t make things difficult for us.”

“I’m just going to the company, is it necessary for you all to follow?” Baron Stuart narrowed his icy gaze, and anger gradually spread inside him. His expression was cold, like an iceberg.

“We dare not disobey the Old Master’s orders,” said the bodyguard again.

In fact, the most difficult ones were them. Their days would not be good if they offended the Young Master, and if they disobeyed the Old Master’s instructions, they would have no more days left!

Baron Stuart looked coldly at them, a bone-chilling voice, “What if I insist on not letting you follow?”

Seeing his expression, the head of the bodyguards couldn’t help but shudder, but in the end, he still didn’t dare to disobey Zachary Stuart. After all, they belonged to the Old Master, and maybe the Young Master would teach them a lesson, but if they disobeyed the Old Master, the pain they might endure could be worse than death.

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“Young Master, you should know very well that you can’t deal with the eight of us.”