Ferris wiped his hands with a hot towel, then stood up and walked in front of
Before I could react, his fingertips had already landed on the fine red rash on my neck.
The temperature of his fingertips transmitted through my skin, carrying a subtle sense of invasion.
“Have you applied medicine?”
His hot and cold behavior made me instinctively resistant.
I slightly turned my body, avoiding his fingers: “I have.”
This small movement didn’t escape his eyes.
Just when he seemed like he wanted to touch again, the doorbell suddenly rang, breaking the oppressive yet ambiguous atmosphere.
At this time, who could it be?
“I’ll get the door.” I immediately stood up, taking the opportunity to distance myself from him.
I walked to the door, and the moment I opened it, a midsummer night’s breeze brushed against my face.
Outside the door, Ashley stood in the night wearing a light–colored slip nightgown, tears glimmering in her looking pitiful.
eyes,
When she saw it was me who opened the door, a flash of displeasure crossed her eyes, but she quickly put on a gentle expression and said softly: “I’m looking for Ferris.”
Any man would be moved by such a woman.
I calmly withdrew my gaze and turned to look–Ferris had already walked over.
As soon as Ashley saw him, tears rolled down her face, her voice trembling: “Ferris…”
Ferris frowned, obviously not expecting her to appear here at this time.
Ashley acted as if she didn’t see my existence, walking straight forward and raising her arms covered in purple bruises: “Not long after you left, he came again.”
“He said he wanted to take me away, and when I refused… he grabbed me and wanted to jump off the building with
me…”
Chapter 112
Her voice choked, her face pale, her body trembling slightly
Ferris’s face darkened, and he asked coldly: “Where are the guards I arranged to stay by your side?”
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