Chapter 1038

Ignoring the late hour, Rafael sent a notice of his visit to the Quinton family residence for the following day. “Since he went against my senior guild member, he can forget about sleeping tonight,” the prince quipped.

Carissa smiled. “I’ll go with you tomorrow to see Madam Marjorie.”

“Alright.” Rafael pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. His voice roughened as he whispered, “It’s April, and we still haven’t had a spring outing. Marrying me must be such a hardship for you.”

Carissa rested her head against his chest, recalling his mountain tumble. She chuckled, teasing, “Do you still want to go skiing? The snow’s probably gone.”

“N–no, it’s fine,” Rafael stammered, flustered. He lowered his head and silenced her teasing with a possessive kiss.

At that moment, Sydney entered with a late-night snack. Lulu, flushed and hurrying, nearly collided with her. Sydney laughed, scolding, “What are you rushing around for?” Sydney stepped inside, then quickly retreated after nearly twisting her waist while lifting the curtain. Holding the snack, she thought, Who could possibly be bothered with this when there's something so much more enticing? She closed the door, a smile on her face as she gazed at the brightly twinkling stars, the crescent moon shyly hidden behind thin clouds.

At the Quinton family residence, Malcolm sat solemnly, slightly vexed by the midnight visit notice from Hell Monarch Estate. It was courteous, yet disrespectful to disturb him at such an hour. He understood the reason perfectly.

Chapter 1038 (Continued)

This all began with the commotion at Ironridge Estate. Normally, investigations into the Marquis of Ironridge's family didn't go far, but Hell Monarch Estate clearly wouldn't back down easily.

Malcolm felt mixed admiration and wariness toward Rafael, much like the king had once felt. However, Salvador seemed to be increasingly trusting his brother. The balance had broken, and danger loomed. Malcolm felt the urgency acutely.

The notice arrived late, but the Hell Monarch's carriage didn't arrive until nearly noon the following day. Despite his impatience, Malcolm greeted them with a smile, accompanied by his family. Jacob and Lulu brought gifts—a necessity for visits. Rafael's gift was for Gerald; Carissa's, for Marjorie. Malcolm, receiving nothing, still smiled, ushering them in and observing all formalities.

After Carissa sipped her coffee, she invited Marjorie for a garden stroll. Rafael could handle things without her. Marjorie looked more haggard than Carissa remembered, her fatigue only lightly masked by rouge.

The two women walked, trailed by maids and servants. A soft breeze and warm sun created a picture-perfect scene; the garden fragrant with blossoms, butterflies dancing. Yet, Marjorie remained melancholy, her sorrow clinging like autumn. Only when speaking to Carissa did a faint smile appear.

“I’ve always wanted to visit, Your Grace, but I heard you were busy. I’m so happy to see you today.”

“You seem weary. Take care of yourself,” Carissa said with concern.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Marjorie replied softly. “I assume you’ve come because of Skye Embroidery?”

“You’ve heard about it?” Carissa asked, surprised.

“I’ve heard whispers,” Marjorie said, stopping and bowing. “If I’ve offended you, please accept my apologies.”

Chapter 1038 (Continued)

Carissa gently touched her hand. “What do you think of Skye Embroidery, Madam Marjorie?”

Marjorie met Carissa's gaze, her eyes bright and clear for a moment. “It’s excellent,” she said softly.