Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Brennan, who had just begun to rise, quickly sat back down.

On the other hand, Toliver maintained his ever-pleasant smile as he addressed the two men. "Since the Governor has awoken, please follow me."

Since Orla had sent a guard to notify him, Toliver knew she must be ready. Without further delay, he led the two men forward.

Inside the main hall, Orla sat gracefully in a chair, her pale green dress draping elegantly around her.

As Toliver escorted the two men inside, Orla greeted them with a calm, measured tone. "Please, have a seat."

Both Brennan and the stranger paused momentarily, a flicker of confusion crossing their faces as they noticed Orla dressing like a typical married woman.

Still, the stranger's gaze roamed greedily over Orla's delicate figure, his eyes burning with desire. Can it be that she's already prepared to marry me?

After they sat down, Orla regarded the stranger with a hint of polite curiosity. "And you are?"

Her question caused the man's smile to stiffen slightly.

What does she mean? Is she pretending not to know me?

Yet, determined to maintain his cultured and amiable demeanor, the man responded with a gentle tone. "Orla, it's me—Paxton, Paxton Whitmoor. Don't you remember how we used to play together when we were children?"

Paxton's words seemed to stir faint memories within Orla. "Oh, it's you. And what brings you here, Mr. Whitmoor?"

Her tone remained deliberately neutral, avoiding any mention of an engagement.

Brennan, seated beside Paxton, couldn't hide the flash of irritation in his eyes. Orla was clearly playing dumb.

"Governor, Mr. Whitmoor has come to arrange your marriage," Brennan stated bluntly, revealing the purpose of their visit.noveldrama

Paxton nodded and produced a folded document from inside his coat-an official marriage contract.

Orla's expression shifted as though she had just realized the reason for their visit, "Ah, so you've come to propose marriage. I apologize if this is awkward, but I'm already married. So, I'm afraid the engagement will have to be annulled."

Her smile carried a touch of apology as she met Raxton's gaze. "Of course, I'd be happy to offer some compensation. If there's a woman in the Governor's Keep who catches your eye, I can help arrange an introduction."

Paxton turned grim instantly. He had already investigated thoroughly before arriving—there had been no word of Orla marrying anyone. Yet now, the moment he showed up, she claimed to be married.

Brennan's expression soured as well. Marrying Orla to Paxton had been a key part of his plan. Without that union, he had no legitimate way to undermine her authority.

"Governor, when exactly did you marry? I wasn't aware of any wedding," Brennan pressed, his gaze sharpening as he sought answers.

"Well, since you're so curious, I suppose I can tell you. It happened just a few weeks ago. I met the man

who captured my heart-Magne

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kind hearted, dependable, and treats me with the utmost care. We pledged ourselves to each other right here in the Governor's Keep."

As she spoke, a faint blush of happiness touched Orla's cheeks, perfectly conveying the look of a woman newly in love.

Paxton's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white as anger and jealousy burned in his eyes.

"Orla, I know you're only saying this to avoid marrying me. But there's no need to sully your reputation with such a lie. If you're hesitant, we can simply spend some time together first. There's no rush."