Chapter 37 Another Night Together

Silence. Shock! Irene Bexley's eyes flew wide open. After a brief daze, she turned sharply toward the bedroom and saw the figure on the bed. Was that Violet Leach?! Oscar Merritt had also heard the girl's voice from his brother's room. He quickly wheeled over, but before he could see inside, Wesley blocked his path. "Don't interrupt me. I'll handle the Cooper matter myself." With that, Wesley shut the door firmly. Outside, Irene Bexley and Oscar stood frozen, like statues. Back at the bedside, Wesley looked at Violet, wrapped tightly in the blanket, wondering why she'd taken all the covers without a thought for him. After a pause, Wesley reached for the pillow over her head, put it back in place, then lay down and tugged at the blanket she'd wrapped entirely around herself. He pulled—no movement. Was it really that tight? He pulled harder. Disturbed, Violet frowned in annoyance. Feeling the blanket slowly slipping off, her morning temper flared. Without thinking, she turned and kicked