Chapter 51 Visiting Violet Every Night

After Wesley Merritt grasped Violet Leach's hand, he continued sleeping in that position. Violet tugged at her hand, but each time she pulled, the man tightened his grip. Now she couldn't move any part of her body. Exhausted from struggling, Violet yawned, closed her eyes, and gradually drifted into a deep sleep. The next morning, Wesley woke first. Upon opening his eyes and seeing Violet quietly curled in his arms, a satisfied smile curved his lips. As he had suspected, this little woman was indeed the cure heaven had sent him. From now on, as long as he held her, he wouldn't have to worry about insomnia. Oscar Merritt, rolling out of his room in a wheelchair, saw Violet's door open—and then saw his older brother walk out. The sight left Oscar stunned. "Brother, you—how did you—" Wesley frowned and quickly gestured for silence. Oscar lowered his voice and whispered, "Brother, why were you in Violet's room?" "I couldn't sleep," Wesley replied, glancing toward the closed door. He decide