Chapter 12

With Mabel gone, Anais immediately moved into Wesley's villa. She took charge of everything as the future lady of the Valentine household, and Wesley allowed it without protest. He told himself that with life returning to the villa, things would go back to how they used to be. What did it matter whether Mabel was there or not? One evening, Wesley returned from a business banquet noticeably drunk. The moment he stepped inside, he instinctively called out, "Mabel, make me some chicken broth!" Anais came downstairs, somewhat glaring at him. "Wes, who are you calling for?" Realizing his mistake, Wesley smiled and pulled Anais close. "My bad, Annie. My stomach's killing me. Could you make me some chicken broth?" Anais reluctantly went to the kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans echoed through the house for over an hour—until she finally emerged with a bowl of cold water. "Wes, I don't know how to make chicken broth!" she whined, half-pouting, half-flirting. Wesley had no choice but