Vanya's POV
My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't detected any amusement in Edwin's eyes.
My initial approach to Wilmot was always driven by his status and future prospects.
Such a motive couldn't even be hidden from Wilmot, let alone Edwin.
I recalled how Edwin had dealt with that flamboyant woman just now—right in front of me. It was clearly a warning.
My heartbeat quickened involuntarily, but I maintained a calm facade and said, "Just classmates, not particularly close."
Edwin let out a soft chuckle and said, "The wind up here is rather strong. Miss Dalton, it's better if you don't come up. Wilmot is downstairs. You two can have a chat."
I couldn't fathom Edwin's intentions, but one thing was clear—he didn't want me near this terrace.
Naturally, I wouldn't oppose him. After a polite
