Ethan Lockwood felt thoroughly embarrassed—his new bride had barely crossed the threshold before he'd rendered her "unable to rise from bed" by the very next day.
This time, both Fynnley's faction and Maya's group shot him identical reproachful glares.
Ethan scratched his head, wondering who he could even complain to about this absurd situation.
He'd spent half the morning explaining to his wives that Menglu's condition resulted from a cultivation breakthrough, her unstable realm requiring meditative seclusion to solidify.
His logic was impeccable. Too bad nobody bought it.
With no other choice, Ethan accepted his role as the household scoundrel.
During their daily commute to the Confucian Order's academy with Fynnley and Elara, Ethan typically clung to Fynnley like an overaffectiona
