"No need," Jared Quinn spoke.
These minor injuries are nothing to him.
"Investigate those won at the bar today, don’t let any of them go. Submit all the information to my office, including their family backgrounds, and feel free to suppress them."
"Yes, sir," the butler, who had learned so massage before, applied the bruise ointnt while massaging. Having been with the Quinn Family for so many years, seeing Jared get injured more frequently lately was sowhat concerning.
This young mistress is really sothing. Clearly, aside from not paying attention to her after their wedding, the young master hadn’t done anything excessive, yet the young mistress seems to particularly despise him.
She could stab such a deep wound last ti.
"Young master, is there so misunderstanding between you and the young mistress?"
Jared thought of the nonsensical things she uttered during her nightmares, and his expression turned a bit grim. "Find a psychologist to co by later."
The butler: "...Yes."
lody Thorne returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and crawled onto the large European-style bed. She wanted to sleep and clear her mind, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she would think of all the events involving Jared in the past period.
She was kidnapped, he appeared.
During a screen test, soone splashed cold water on her, and he appeared.
When she was angry and bit the old wound on his chest repeatedly, he tolerated it.
He lost his temper and took her forcibly, then handed her a dagger afterwards to vent her anger.
When she left in anger, he anxiously searched for her in the heavy rain.
Today, the one who should have been hit was her, but he took it for her.
One incident after another drifted by...
The heart once buried under thick, cold ice was slowly, gradually beginning to beat again.
Feeling frustrated, lody Thorne tossed the pillow towards the door, went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face a few tis.
Then she picked up the pillow and threw it back, opened the bedroom door to go downstairs for a glass of water.
As she passed the study, she glanced in and saw Jared Quinn’s back through the slightly ajar door.
It was from being hit by a wine bottle, not just one, as there were purple bruises within the green ones.
Don’t go in, don’t go in, you absolutely cannot soften...
In the past life, he was so cruel to you and even wanted Ivy to be Little Treasure’s stepmother.
If you soften now, you’ll face endless ruin.
lody Thorne closed her eyes for a mont, turned around, returned to the bedroom, and lay down on the big bed, forcing herself to sleep.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, the bedroom door was pushed open, and gentle, soothing footsteps ca in. The bed sank halfway, and sothing cool touched her forehead; two fingers seed to be applying so ointnt.
Her skin was very fair and delicate, leaving marks at the slightest touch, let alone when she had hurriedly run into Jared Quinn.
The center of her forehead had turned sowhat blue.
The large hand massaged and applied the ointnt for about a minute before withdrawing, yet those eyes, as if they were X-rays, continued to fix on her.
Jared Quinn’s large hand slid from lody Thorne’s brow down, fingertips grazing over her eyes, nose, features, and finally lingering at the corner of her lips, slowly slipping away.
The gesture was like he was tending to a fragile treasure, even the owner of the large hand hadn’t realized how gentle his actions were.
lody Thorne felt a little ticklish on her face and wanted to push the large hand away. Unable to keep pretending to be asleep, just as she was about to open her eyes, the owner of the large hand got up and left.
She heard the door close.
lody Thorne opened her eyes, glanced at the doorway, turned over, and continued to sleep.
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