How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 801

Fleming saw the blood this time. He strode over, frowning, and took Esmeralda’s hand. “Careless, aren’t you?”

His words sounded like a scolding, but his actions were quick—he dug into his bag and pulled out antiseptic and a bandage.

He bent his head, carefully cleaning the thin line of blood on her skin. His brows stayed tightly knit the whole time.

Watching his expression, Esmeralda suddenly felt a dull ache in her chest.

She bit her lip and, almost against her will, blurted out, “Fleming, if Lucy weren’t your sister, would you still want to marry me?”

He froze for a heartbeat, then his face grew cold. “What are you even talking about?”

“I don’t want to keep having this conversation with you. There’s no point getting lost in what-ifs.”

He finished with the bandage and let go of her hand. Clearly, the question had annoyed him.

But why—what was really underneath that reaction—Esmeralda couldn’t say.

She knew Fleming’s tone; he didn’t want her being “unreasonable” in his eyes.

She glanced down at the bandaged cut and nodded quietly. “Alright. I’ll let you get back to work.”

She hurried off.

When she reached her room, Elodie Thorne was already heating water.

Elodie immediately noticed that something was off with Esmeralda. She paused, walked over, and tilted her head in concern. “What’s wrong? Bad mood? Did you two fight?”

Esmeralda didn’t even know how to describe it. Was it a fight? Not really.

Looking back, it felt like she was the only one making a fuss—as if she was searching for reasons to be upset. After all, they’re siblings and get along well, so why did it bother her so much? It made her seem petty and unreasonable.

She slumped, staring down at her feet. “Not exactly. I don’t even know how to explain.”

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