The headlights shone in her direction as she entered the building. Only after she went inside, turned on the lights upstairs, did the man turn the car around and leave.

Back in her apartment, Sylvia hung up her coat, took a shower, changed into her loungewear, and sat at the desk on the balcony to read.

Every now and then, she lifted her gaze to peek at the night outside the window, listening to the ticking of the clock on the desk. She wasn't uneasy, probably because she knew he would return soon. Sooner than expected, she heard the door.

Barefoot, she ran over and saw a man in a black shirt at the entrance. She threw her arms around him, "Cold?"

His body was rigid and cold, her embrace warm and soft.

It was then Gabriel noticed the bruise on her shoulder, his eyes darkened, "Hurt?"

Sylvia shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Gabriel lifted her in his arms and walked towards the couch, "Got any ointment?"

I asked

next time you'll know how to dodge!"" Sylvia mimicked his tone, laughing, "You were so fierce, my tears were scared back into my eyes. I didn't dare to cry or say it hurt in front of

down on the couch, his voice low, "Better to learn to avoid getting hurt

nodded, "True, that's a

find the first-aid kit and applied some

held her, ready to sleep, Sylvia suddenly spoke softly, "You had someone

"Did you use

snuggled closer, slowly shaking her

"No."

medicine was merely

midnight when Baron woke up in a hospital bed. It took him a while to realize what had happened to

forcefully removed

Barlow, rushed to stop him, "Don't be rash. The doctor said the wound

face was pale and frantic as he clutched

Hans frowned deeply, silent.

his uncle's expression, Baron realized his fate and fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his face twisted in hatred, "Where's

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