Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1759: Claire Can'T Escape

Chapter 1759: Claire Can't Escape

Claire, thinking he wasn't upset, relaxed a bit.

Out of politeness, she picked up the wine glass. Under Taylor's gaze, she took a sip, not detecting

anything unusual. The wine was aromatic and not particularly strong.

"Claire, first of all, I want to congratulate you," Taylor mused, lifting his own glass. He took a sip,

smiling. "Congratulations on becoming Lu Layeka's queen."

The words made Claire feel slightly awkward. It didn't sound like a blessing, more like a taunt.

"But there's something... I want to remind you of," Taylor smiled, telling her, "In Lu Layeka, a man

having four wives is protected by law."

Polygamy? This surprised Claire; she knew some countries practiced it historically, but she hadn't

expected it in Lu Layeka.

So, what was Taylor trying to convey?

Claire couldn't discern if it was a warning; it almost felt like a touch of schadenfreude.

But as she drank from the glass, she lightly retorted, "Your father has always had only one wife, hasn't

he? Emotions aren't something the law can protect; it depends on finding the right person."

"You've only been together for six months. How can you be sure this person is right for you?"

Taylor swirled the wine glass gently, meeting the girl's gaze. He earnestly confessed, "I like you. I'm

serious. Can you feel it?"

A tale of two brothers vying for the same woman? Unfolding right in front of her?

Claire had written about such melodramatic plots in novels before. If mishandled, it could lead to bitter

enmity between the brothers. Moreover, considering the delicate relationship between Rowan and

Taylor, who didn't share the same mother, the situation was even more complex.

So, Claire patiently responded, "Thank you for your affection, but I'm sorry I can't give you the response

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Taylor knew she would reply this way. He took a sip from his glass, the smile on his face tinged with

sadness.

"I love him, with a pure and ardent love, unwavering," Claire declared. "That's why we can only be

friends."

Taylor concealed his inner disappointment with a smile. "You'll never know how much I like you. I've

never liked anyone this much before."

"Prince Taylor, about concealing my relationship status, I apologize once again for giving you the

impression that I was single."

Claire raised her glass towards him and clinked it in the air. "I'm sorry," she said, then drank down the

contents of the glass.

This was exactly what Taylor wanted. She drank it all.

He had thought she might refuse the drink, so he had deliberately chosen one with the lowest alcohol

content, the kind even a three-year-old could drink, and had prepared a heap of lines to coax her into

drinking it.

Setting down the empty glass, Claire asked, "Was there anything else you wanted to talk to me about

today?"

Taylor looked at her affectionately and shook his head. "No, I just wanted to see you." In that moment,

he felt incredibly content.

"Then, can I leave?" Claire didn't want to give herself any more private time with him. She was well

aware of her status and her current position.

If anyone saw them together, gossip would inevitably spread, and it would lead to discussions involving

Rowan as well.

But as she rose from her seat, she suddenly felt dizzy. Claire instinctively reached out to steady herself

on the table.

The objects on the table began to blur before her eyes. She furrowed her brow, then looked up slowly

at Taylor. "Did... did you tamper with this wine?"

A searing sensation surged through her body, intense and acute, as an ominous premonition

enveloped Claire instantly.