Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1759

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, | 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... | want to remind you of," Taylor smiled, telling her, "In Lu Layeka, a man having four wives is protected by

law."

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Polygamy? This surprised Claire; she knew scountries 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 swoman? Unfolding right in front of her?

Claire had written about such melotic plots in 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 smother, the

situation was even more complex.

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

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, | apologize once again for giving you the impression that | 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.

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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 toabout today?"

Taylor looked at her affectionately and shook his head. "No, | just wanted to see you." In that moment, he felt incredibly content.

"Then, can | leave?" Claire didn't want to give herself any more private twith 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.