Chapter 15 The Collaboration Is Off

"Madam is not in the ballroom. She's in the garden. She … doesn't look well." Owen found it difficult to reply to that question.

Ambrose maneuvered the wheelchair in another direction wordlessly.

Larissa hugged her knees under the tree, curling into a ball. She rested her chin on her arm.

She tightened her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm. Her emotions made her eyes turn red.

At this moment, the sound of a wheelchair approached her.

Confused, she raised her head. Someone held her hands as her dress spread over the ground along her waistline.

Her legs felt numb because she had been crouching for a long time. Suddenly, someone pulled her into an embrace.

A familiar scent wafted into her nose. She looked up in a daze and called unconsciously, "Mister …"

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Ambrose's low voice resounded, followed by a faint sigh.

It took her a while to return to her senses.

Resting against his chest, Larissa could hear his steady heartbeat. She slowly cle