Pei Yan waited and waited, but when Wei Jue arrived with the medicine, his handsome face immediately fell.
"Where is my wife?"
The man who had been lying obediently at once sat up.
Afraid of waking Ling, Pei Yan kept his voice low, no matter how displeased he was with the visitor.
Wei Jue's mouth twitched.
'His wife? Miss Mei doesn't even acknowledge that wedding…'
'Did His Highness injure his head? Is he just living in a fantasy world?'
'No wonder Miss Mei is always reminding His Highness not to take a mile when given an inch.'
Miss Mei had just softened her attitude, and His Highness was already using the title "wife."
This was taking things way too far!
'If Miss Mei were to actually give in, there's no telling what His Highness would do.'
Pei Yan had only just woken up and still looked pale and sick, but the powerful aura around him hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Stared at by those chilling eyes, Wei Jue felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
