Chapter 1448 Only Her
Although Dylan believed he could hide the fact that he was the man in the incriminating photograph, he felt safest if the book was in his hands. With that thought in mind, he approached Arielle, planning to take the book away from her while he handed her the cup of coffee. Alas, Arielle placed the book on the couch where she sat. Dylan could only watch the book as though it was a ticking time bomb.
Arielle received the coffee from him and took a sip. Her eyes lit up in delight.
She did not know that the king could brew a mean cup of coffee. The body of this coffee is excellent!
Dylan’s eyes appeared to brighten in joy when he noticed her delight. He looked at her and asked, “Is the wound on your arm almost healed?”
Little did he know that Arielle’s wound had opened up again thanks to Aaron.
Arielle shook her head and said, “I accidentally knocked into something, and the wound reopened. I guess it’ll take a few more days for it to heal completely.”
She had barely finished her sentence when Dylan rushed to her and fretted over her. “Why are you so careless? Did you cover it with a fresh dressing?”
“Why do you care so much about me?” Arielle finally voiced the question brewing in her heart when she saw the worried look in his gaze.
Her sudden query shocked Dylan to no end. His heart skipped a beat, and he gently let go of Arielle’s arm before retreating backward.
He stared at Arielle’s questioning gaze and pondered a suitable response. He eventually explained, “I invited you here to share your medical expertise. That makes you an esteemed guest of my palace. Caring about my guest is part of my duties, is it not?”
Arielle did not believe his words one bit. If he’s telling the truth, there are plenty of better doctors in Chanaea. Even if I’m not here, he can easily find a better expert in the country. Why does it have to be me?
“I suppose you know Maureen Moore,” Arielle said nonchalantly as she stared at him. She phrased it as a statement instead of a question.
The mention of Maureen’s name caused something inexplicable to flash through Dylan’s eyes. She’s mine and Maureen’s daughter. Why do I feel such a strong urge to acknowledge our relationship once she mentions her mother’s name?
Still, in consideration of his current situation, Dylan shook his head gently in denial.
He asked, “I don’t know who she is. Why would I know her?”
After that, he stared at Arielle with his heart in his throat. Our daughter is too intelligent. I was just a bit kinder to her, and she almost discovered our relationship. Thank God I reacted quickly, or I would’ve fallen for her trap.
“You really don’t know her?” Arielle challenged, shooting him a dark stare. She did not know why he denied any knowledge of her mother.
“I really don’t know who she is.” Dylan pretended as though he was utterly clueless about Maureen. He looked at Arielle and added, “Who is she? And I assume she’s a woman? Where is she now?”
“If you don’t know her, then it’s fine.” Arielle got to her feet and hugged the book to her chest. She continued, “Anyway, I have other matters on hand, so I won’t continue to take up your time.”
Since Arielle claimed to be busy, Dylan could hardly keep her in the palace. He accompanied her downstairs and instructed Sybil to arrange for a chauffeur to send her to the hospital.
Arielle furrowed her brows and piped up, “I don’t want to go to the hospital. I want to return to Paelsford Manor.”
Her words immediately brought a frown to Dylan’s face. He argued, “You can’t. You haven’t recovered from your injuries, so you should stay in the hospital for a few more days. You can return to the manor once they’ve taken out the stitches.”
Arielle shook her head and replied, “I’m a doctor myself. This injury hardly necessitates a stay in the hospital. I don’t want to waste their resources. If I don’t feel well, I can treat myself at home.”
She had not been to medical school or Paelsford Manor for many days. The Wilhelms’ prolonged silence was worrying, and she wondered if they were in trouble.
