Chapter 140

Calliope glanced up slightly.

That was when Verity leaned in, “Callie, come on. Let’s go see what’s happening!”

Having just finished her game, Calliope let Dahlia and Calista continue and followed Verity outside.

In a corner of the garden, Fleur gave Yvette a good telling-off.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! You shouldn’t even dream of marrying Gideon. Do you think you’re worthy?”

“But since Gideon is so infatuated with you, I can’t ruin the relationship between my son and me because of you.”

“Yvette, let me warn you. Even if you become Gideon’s wife, I won’t accept you. I’ll keep introducing better women to Gideon.”

“So, I hope you know your place. If you’re smart, you won’t bring up marriage. Of course, you can refuse to back out, but trust me, Gideon won’t stick with you till the end. I know my son very well.”

“And if you insist on marrying him, you’d better behave after the wedding. Stay out of Gideon’s affairs.”

Fleur unleashed a torrent of words on Yvette.

Verity leaned closer to Calliope, whispering, “Yvette’s in for a rough time.”

Calliope didn’t respond. Fleur had said similar things to her once. But Fleur hadn’t dared to go too far with Eamon backing Calliope. Yvette’s future looked bleak. She had no support and no one to stand by her. If Gideon protected her, that would be one thing. But if he didn’t, her life could become even harder.

After watching for a moment, Calliope turned away.

Still intrigued, Verity continued to watch the scene unfold.

“Callie-”

Calliope hadn’t reached the door before Gideon blocked her path.

She looked up at him, “Got a bit of memory loss, Gideon? Being so rude to your elder?”

Gideon frowned. “Callie, I’m getting married.”

“I’m not deaf. Not only do I know you’re getting married, but I also know the date. No need to remind me. Don’t worry. As your aunt, I’ll remember all the formalities. I don’t forget as easily as you do.” Her expression was eerily calm.

Gideon stared at her, feeling like something was missing inside. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Bother me? Your wedding?” Calliope smirked, “Sure, it does. I’m quite happy for you. Just remember what Eamon told you. Don’t leave me holding the bag for everything. Explain yourself properly.”

“Are you… are you and Uncle Silas getting along well?” He clenched his jaw.

“In which way?” Calliope mused, “But in any way, Silas is quite strong. We’re harmonious and happy.”

Gideon’s face darkened.

“Oh, by the way, you better go protect your precious fiancée. You know what Fleur’s like. If your bride starts crying, you’ll be heartbroken, won’t you?”

Calliope sidestepped Gideon and headed back inside.

Gideon stood under the moonlight, motionless. He could sense it–she really didn’t care about him anymore. A strange mix of awkwardness and frustration filled him, making him feel stifled and uncomfortable.

Well, if she didn’t care, let it be. He and Yvette would be just fine. She and his uncle might not be, and she’d regret choosing his uncle someday.