After the meal, Marquess Ross called for me to his study room. Of course, I had no choice but to abide, for the sake of this marriage of convenience.
My eyes discreetly moved to Marquess Ross sitting behind his desk, looking all brilliant and regal. Personality aside, Marsella's father had good genes in him. No wonder Marsella was beautiful despite spending her last days barely taking care of herself.
'Poor me,' I thought. I'm now Marsella and these people were now my family. I unconsciously glanced at the other person standing right beside Marquess Ross, Augustus Ross.
My body instinctively flinched, reacting on its own when our eyes met. His eyes bore no affection or derision, the way you glance at someone who was a complete stranger.
'It's not like he ever accepted Marsella's existence as his sister,' I told myself, recalling Marsella's memories of him.
