"You can pretend I don’t exist," lody Thorne said as she looked around, then walked over and sat down on the sofa, trying her best to reduce her presence. "As long as you close your eyes, you won’t see ."
"You want to act blind?" Jared Quinn not only didn’t withdraw his gaze, but rather, he kept staring at her without looking away for a mont.
lody Thorne felt as though there were two swords pressed against her chest, making her extrely uncomfortable. She turned her body in another direction, facing away from him, hoping it would feel at least a little better.
"lody Thorne!" Jared Quinn’s anger surged. Just how much did this woman not want to see him, turning her back to him like that?
"Did you co to the hospital to drive that woman away just to show an attitude?"
lody Thorne was looking at the photos of her and Hans Montrose taken today. When she heard Jared Quinn’s words, she paused slightly. After receiving Timmy’s call and finding out that both Jared Quinn and the butler hadn’t returned, she ca to the hospital, thinking sothing had happened to him.
Upon seeing Sheryl Lancaster taking care of him, she drove her away.
She hadn’t thought of anything else.
Her phone vibrated; it was a ssage from Dr. Mo: [Little Madam, Master Jared’s wound has worsened, and he has a high fever. Please don’t let him get angry again. The dicine is on the table. Because the wound has been untreated for too long, it needs to be changed every two hours. Thank you for your trouble.]
Just as she was about to speak, lody Thorne swallowed back her words.
"Do you actually want that woman to take care of you, her hand touching your chest?" lody Thorne stood up and walked over, picking up the ointnt on the table.
Her slender white fingers casually traced over Jared Quinn’s chest, circling along the distinct lines of his abdon. Jared Quinn’s body imdiately reacted, tensing up intensely, and his mind instinctively recalled the taste of those three tis, sweet and intoxicating—
lody Thorne chuckled softly. "She was just touching you like that just now, like how I am now, almost drooling. If I hadn’t appeared in ti, I’m afraid your chastity wouldn’t have been preserved."
Jared Quinn: "!!"
Is she tired of living?
"So you should thank for appearing in ti."
Just as lody Thorne was about to pull back her wrist, Jared Quinn suddenly grabbed it, pulling her forcefully onto the bed. His eyes were deep as the sea, his voice cold as he questioned, "Do you care?"
From the mont he realized her uniqueness, did she ever care about his existence? If she said she didn’t love him, did that an she truly didn’t?
Do I care? lody Thorne thought about all the things Jared Quinn had done for her. To say she felt nothing would be a lie, but after her past life, she feared that feeling of being heavily cast aside, that heart-wrenching pain.
Jared Quinn clearly saw hesitation in her eyes. If she didn’t care, why would she hesitate? At least there was still so feeling there, right?
"It hurts," lody Thorne looked at her wrist, held by him, and softly exclaid.
Jared Quinn’s hand almost instinctively loosened its grip on her, and his gaze imdiately fell on lody Thorne’s wrist. Although he had controlled his strength, lody Thorne’s wrist had a milk-white quality that would bruise with even a slight force.
lody Thorne unscrewed the dicine bottle, picked up a cotton swab nearby, and pulled open Jared Quinn’s hospital gown. The wound on his chest looked quite unbearable to behold.
The first ti he was injured was because soone tried to crash into her car.
The second ti he was injured was because he willingly let her stab him once.
The events of the past life were over and didn’t have much to do with this life, it’s just that she’s too afraid to love him again.
"What are you doing?" Jared Quinn wanted to grab her hand again, but after seeing the red marks on her wrist, he pulled back and opted to block instead.
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