“Mm, that’s not very good.” Henry carefully examined her pale face, frowning slightly. “Where do you feel unwell?” The two of them were very close, and as he lowered his head to look at her, it created a somewhat ambiguous angle. With the unique aura of a male lead, Henry Carter’s intense gaze was enough to make any young woman blush.

Olivia boldly met his gaze, letting her cheeks flush, her tone growing even more pitiful: “It’s just that... I haven’t been sleeping well at night.”

Looking over Henry Carter’s shoulder, she saw Yvonne Foster pause in the middle of drinking her tea, then lift her cool, clear eyes to glance over.

Olivia leaned even closer to Henry, murmuring, “Ever since that time with the mirror demon, I’ve had nightmares every night.”

She deliberately lowered her voice, causing Henry Carter to unconsciously lean in even closer to hear her.

Yvonne Foster frowned slightly.

At the mention of the “mirror demon,” Henry Carter’s expression grew serious. He studied her for a moment, then comforted her: “Miss Sullivan is an ordinary person, so you may have been affected by the great demon.” He took out a plump, plain white sachet from his robe. “It’s filled with mugwort and forget-worry herbs to calm the mind. Miss Sullivan, you might want to give it a try.”

Olivia Sullivan snatched it up and clung to it tightly, still feigning reluctance with a pitiful look. “Can I really take this...?”

Henry Carter couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course.”

Olivia Sullivan made a motion of stuffing it into her chest, unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips. “Then I’m really taking it?”

Henry Carter was amused. “Mm.”

“Go ahead, it’s a gift for Miss Sullivan.” Yvonne Foster’s voice was cool, her gaze direct. “If you don’t like the scent, I have others here.”

Olivia Sullivan tilted her head slightly. The atmosphere in the room was very strange, with only Henry Carter completely oblivious, speaking normally and openly.

A woman’s intuition is sharp. No matter how thick-skinned a female creature is, she will always feel a subtle hostility toward any other female around her mate, unconsciously bristling, wary of all gentle traps. Although Yvonne Foster spoke with ease, she was now tense all over: her tightly clenched fingers around the cup betrayed her, the skin near her nails almost indented from the pressure.

Chad Foster’s expression had long since changed. He was like the teru teru bozu doll Yvonne Foster hung by the window—some emotions even Yvonne Foster herself didn’t notice, but he could sense them first. So, when he looked at Olivia, there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

“Does Sister Foster have a sachet too? Is it a matching pair with Young Master Carter’s?” Olivia played with Henry Carter’s sachet in her hand, asking curiously.

You can’t bully people too much. She just wanted to make a joke, to make Yvonne Foster blush and help move past this awkward moment, so as not to create conflict between the couple just to increase intimacy.

But Olivia Sullivan had no experience in relationships. How could she have known that a casual tease would sound like a probing challenge to Yvonne Foster, who was suddenly stirred to assert her claim—she was about to say “yes”—

“No.” Chad Foster deliberately answered.

“That’s not it. Demon catchers usually carry a few sachets like this to ward off evil.” Henry Carter explained seriously, almost at the same time.

Olivia Sullivan was dumbfounded for a moment. So awkward, what should she do?

Yvonne Foster’s face went from pale to red, then back to pale again. She suddenly stood up. “I’m heading back.”

“Sister, I’ll walk you back.” Chad Foster couldn’t have wished for a better outcome. He quickly followed Yvonne Foster, smiling like spring flowers, his eyes shining.

Henry Carter sat up straight and watched Yvonne Foster’s departing figure, worry in his eyes, but then turned to face Olivia.

“You should go, Big Brother Carter. Thank you for the sachet.” Olivia obediently made way for him.

But Henry Carter didn’t leave. His long fingers picked out a blank talisman, took the sachet from Olivia’s hand, folded it into a small square, and tucked it inside. “This is my talisman paper.”

He smiled slightly. “It carries my aura. If the nightmares are caused by evil spirits, as soon as they sense it, they won’t dare come near you.”

Olivia Sullivan was so moved by the male lead’s kindness that she was almost in tears, carefully pinching the sachet’s opening, afraid to damage it. “Thank you, Big Brother Carter...”

Henry Carter smiled, then finally shook out his robe and left. “I’ll go check on Yvonne.”

Outside the rarely visited west wing, a figure walked past the pond. The late spring breeze rippled the water, swaying the willow branches, one of which gently brushed the handsome young man’s face before he snapped it off.

The willow branch, still bearing green buds, spun in his hand before being tossed into the pond without a second thought, sinking into the mud.

Chad Foster was feeling very troubled.

“Sister, I think that Miss Sullivan is interested in Henry Carter.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Yvonne Foster sat on the bed, her expression calm, though her eyes flickered sharply.

Sister’s heart was in turmoil, and he was pleased, adding fuel to the fire. “I think Henry Carter doesn’t dislike Ethan Sullivan either.”

“Chad.” Yvonne Foster frowned. “If you’re so idle, go practice your spells instead of hanging around me.”

“Don’t be mad, Sister.” He softened his tone. “I’m just worried, what if Henry Carter...”