Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1788 Taylor Is Quite Cute

Chapter 1788 Taylor is Quite Cute

"..."

"I've taken care of this mess for you. Otherwise, you would be the headline news. Do you want to ruin

your reputation as Prince Taylor? Letting people gossip about your carefree attitude and lack of

discretion?"

"I've already written my self-criticism. Do you have to keep on about it?" Taylor felt a bit depressed,

rebelliously glaring at her. "Go on and mind your own business! Don't hover over me every day!"

"Don't keep staring at Claire." Catherine warned her son again. "She's your sister-in-law, that's an

unchangeable fact. You must accept it from the bottom of your heart!"

"I got it!" Taylor was really annoyed. "Hurry up and leave! Stop bringing that up!" Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Catherine knew he had taken her words in, so she put down the ointment and calmly said to him,

"Then rest well. I'll go check on the progress of the castle's construction."

She had been concerned about this matter all along, checking on it from time to time, because once

the castle was built, she had other plans in mind.

After his mother left, Taylor still sat in front of the mirror, playing with the ointment Prince Louis had sent

over. Its effect was surprisingly good?

It was like a magical elixir.

He had been through countless bumps and bruises since childhood, the worst being when he fell off his

bike and it took four months for his knee to heal.

If he had had this stuff back then, it probably would have only taken three days to recover, right?

So when he heard that this ointment was developed by Louis himself, Taylor inexplicably admired him a

bit more. To study medicine to his level was really impressive.

After some consideration, he looked at himself in the mirror. He could go out and see people now. He

had been cooped up in the palace recently and needed some fresh air.

So he put down the ointment and got up to leave.

Ten minutes later.

Prince Louis's palace, in the study.

Rowan had just finished a pleasant conversation with two dukes about the procedures for the

succession ceremony. The two dukes had just left when a servant knocked on the door and entered.

Rowan stood at the desk, ready to leave, and when he saw someone come in, he stopped and focused

his gaze on the servant.

"Hello, Your Highness," the servant respectfully bowed after entering, then stood still and reported,

"Prince Taylor is here. He would like to see you."

Upon hearing this, Rowan was somewhat surprised. The last time he saw Taylor was when he went to

his palace to deliver medicine, and he was so beaten up that it was difficult for him to even get out of

bed.

The time before that, he personally came over to deliver a self-criticism.

Rowan didn't say anything, he stepped out.

Hearing the footsteps, Taylor looked up. His expression was indifferent, almost like a fish with a seven-

second memory. He didn't seem to feel guilty, as the self-criticism had already been written.

Seeing Taylor standing in the hall, still the same as before, his swollen face had almost returned to

normal. Rowan walked towards him and stood in front of him, scrutinizing him, unable to guess why he

had come today.

"Brother," Taylor spoke without any awkwardness, using the same address as that day, regardless of

whether the other accepted it. There was a firmness in his eyes.

To be honest, Rowan was surprised deep down.

But Taylor's compromise and concession left Rowan unable to be proud or dismissive. He couldn't

ignore him, so he asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

"I'm fine with anything," Taylor replied. "I'm not picky about tea. Anything that quenches my thirst will

do. I have something to discuss with you today."

Then Rowan instructed the servant, "Brew a pot of Pu'er tea for Prince Taylor."

"Yes."

Then Rowan gestured, "Come and sit over here." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the

chair.