Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 861

The atmosphere in the hospital room snapped taut.

Wilbur's assistant sensed the shifting tension and quickly excused herself. As an outsider, it wasn't her place to linger.

The moment the door clicked shut, Claire Chase's polite facade vanished.

"If I'm not speaking nicely to you, it's because I don't want to speak to you at all. If I'm giving you the cold shoulder, it's because I don't want to see you. Is that really so hard to understand?" Claire glared at him icily. "Or am I not being obvious enough? Next time, I'll just tattoo 'unwelcome' on my forehead."

Felix Quigley felt a suffocating wave of frustration. Surprisingly, he swallowed the anger flaring in his chest and offered the bouquet he had brought. "These are for you. Purple tulips, your favorite. I went out of my way to get them."

"No need," Claire rejected him flatly. She gestured toward the arrangement already sitting on the bedside table. "I already have flowers."

A woman's appreciation for a gift entirely depended on who gave it. Besides, no one needed two of the exact same thing.

The same went for affection.

"Who sent those?" Felix's gaze turned somber as it swept over the bouquet, noting it was identical to his.

Claire couldn't be bothered to entertain his jealousy. She slammed her silverware down onto the tray table. "You're overstepping."

"It was Wilbur, wasn't it?" Felix's expression darkened, his voice laced with a humorless edge.

He was annoyingly perceptive.

Claire didn't deny it. "So what? You're allowed to shower other women with attention, but no one is allowed to check on me? Drop the double standards. I'm young and vibrant—I'm not about to live like a nun."

"Claire, I warned you. Stay away from Wilbur. You know damn well it pisses me off."

Felix was practically radiating dark energy.

Claire scoffed. "And I warned you to cut the crap with Madeline Lynwood, but you didn't listen either, did you?"

She met his furious stare head-on, refusing to back down.

"Besides, what does your anger have to do with me? Do you seriously think you still matter?"

Felix's predatory gaze narrowed. "Then who matters? Wilbur?"

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