Chapter 117
There was no sound from the bathroom for a long time.
After a long while, Madison spoke again.
“Really? Can’t you find it? It doesn’t matter if it’s thicker…”
Although it was early summer, the temperature at night was not high. Moreover, the Palmer family’s old residence was built on the mountain. Temperatures at night were cold enough to warrant a blanket, so wearing thicker clothes seemed fine.
In any case, everything was better than the two pieces of cloth she had in her hand.
Leo also fell silent.
A moment later, he said, “I’ve searched everywhere I can. Why don’t you wear your old clothes and come out first? You can look for it yourself.”
He was about to leave.
“Wait!” Through the frosted glass, Madison saw his silhouette seemingly about to leave. Helplessly, she shouted, “Give me the shirt…”
Then, the bathroom door was pulled open slightly, and she reached out her slender
arm.
The only imperfection that marred the beauty was a scar on the shoulder of her arm.
Although it was only a fine slit, it stood out conspicuously against her soft skin, impossible to overlook. Just like an intrusive dark cra ck on white jade, it created a sense of unease when looking at it.
Leo stood there motionless. He stared at the scar’s trace, trailing it till it was covered by the door. He could not see anymore.
How many more scars like this were there on her body?
The last banquet only revealed her back, but the mottled marks were already shocking and unforgettable.
Unexpectedly, there were more in other places…
“Leo?” In the bathroom, Madison had not received her clothes for a long time. She widened the opening of the door slightly and stuck her head out while holding her towel. “What are you daydreaming about?”
As a result, her shoulder bone, linked to her arm, was fully exposed, laying bare the
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entirety of her scar in front of Leo.
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The mark left by the knife was like a centipede crawling on her shoulder, piercing his
eyes.
“Sorry.” Leo averted his gaze and hurriedly stuffed the white shirt into Madison’s hand. Then, he turned around.
looked at him in confusion and
be, could it? She only revealed her arm, and
Mr. Palmer was still
stayed in the bathroom for long enough. If she stayed
her gaze and closed the door again
It could almost
family withholding some of their growth potential during her formative
to her brothers and Leo, there was a height difference of almost 8
she was not disabled
a few seconds. Then, he pursed his lips and closed the
and the temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly risen, especially in
to sleep on the floor?” After a long
stalemate.
in his movements. He only acknowledged softly, not even lifting his head to glance
not help but frown
his temper, he would retort
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“If I don’t sleep on the floor, does Mrs. Palmer want me
reality, he simply
kept staring at him. After sitting cross-legged on the bed, she picked up a
which eye of
fixed the blanket and looked up at her indifferently. Then, he lay
was because the honorable Mr. Palmer
down, she too rose and
way, Leo, do you want a pillow? I’ll give you one.” Although it was a question, she had already passed one down
her, Leo reached out
I’ll turn off the lights.”
“Yeah.” Leo replied.
and as the lights disappeared, it fell silent again. The only sound they could hear
with her arms and said
Leo said nothing.
up from the bed to fetch
sleeping in a new place or because someone was sleeping on the ground beside her. All she knew was that she
could sit up,
“Can’t sleep?” Leo murmured.
“Ah!” Madison shrieked.
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