Chapter 300
Madeline learned that her condition wasn’t suntable for moving around, so she lay in bed to rest and heal.
After ending the call with Gavin Madeline looked at Harrier and said. “Thank you. If it hadn’t been for you, I might have.
She might not have been saved.
Harriet said with an awkward smile. Thank me li’s no big deal. I just brought you back. Team aliout you because of Gavin, so of course, I couldn’t just leave you alone“:
Half of Harriets words were true, and half were not.
Harriet hesitated for a moment, looking a bit conflicted.
Do you
you feel any
Lanything strange in your body! You know, Something different?” asked Harriet.
Harriet knew that Ryan had been coming to Madeline’s
‘s room every night and even staying over. It seemed unlikely he was just there to look after a
sick person.
“Definitely, somethings off, Madeline remarked, lening out a couple of coughs. She gingerly raised her hand to her shoulder, only to wine at the sharp pain. “I’ve got this ache on my back, but it’s probably just a scratch or something. No biggie, I guess,” she said.
Madeline didn’t really care much about her appearance.
And even if she got hun, with Nolan around, there was nothing to be afraid of
Looks would age eventually, so what was there to worry about
Hamet hesitated and finally asked. “Do you have something wrong with your back? Let me take a look
Harriet thought to herself, It shouldn’t put be a back issue
Harriet leaned closer as Madeline began unbuttoning her pajamas and revealing her skin, which was still marked by fading red spots that stood out against her complexion.
When Han
Harriet saw the pattern on Madeline’s shoulder blade, her eyes widened sharply, and her lips trembled a bit
Harriet knew that Madeline was beautiful, but her body was equally stunning, featuring tender, glistening shoulder blades with graceful curves, as if they had been meticuloudly crafted by a master artist..
However, there was a new pattern on Madeline’s body.
On her right shoulder blade, there was a vermillion letter–K.
That was Ryan’s initial.
Ryan never cared about any woman. Karen was probably just a tool he used to fulfill his desires.
Harriet wondered, Why would Mr. Massey leave his initial on a woman we weren’t familiar with before? Besides, Madeline is the favorite of our rivals. Is it to humiliate her
Harriet couldn’t think of any other reasons besides humiliation.
Harriet asked, “Madeline, do you mind having a tattoo?
Madeline’s hair draped over her shoulders as she slightly turned her head and asked, “A tattoo? I shouldn’t have one as an actress. If I have a scar. that’s okay. You can just let me know. Where is it Show me.”
Harriet’s hand trembled slightly as she pointed at Madeline’s shoulder blade and said, “Here.”
Though being alive, Harriet felt that she was undoubtedly about to be doomed.
Madeline touched the spot and found it wasn’t in an obvious place.
As long as she didn’t wear backless clothes, it probably wouldn’t be noticed.
“That’s no big deal. I won’t take any revealing parts. A little scar won’t bother me. Madeline reassured Harriet, noticing how pale she looked. Madeline smiled and asked, “Are you scared? Afraid Gavin and the others will give you a hard time? No worries. They’re reasonable people. You saved me, and they’ll appreciate that.”
Chapter 200
Harrier tight to herself. Appreciate if those guys saw another man’s initial on their dear Madeline, they probably show me into a cremorrisim and burn met
Harriet went silent, feeling on edge. She said to Madeline. “You must be hungry, right? Let me get you something to eat. What do you like There only patnical in the kitchen.”
After Harriet said those words, she didn’t wait for Madeline to reply and leli the room immediately.
Before Harriet left, she glanced back and save Madeline sitting on the bed, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window, which made her look truly beautifu
Harriet pondered, ‘No wonder Mr. Massey stops by every day! :
In the kitchen, Karen wore a silk nightgown and held a glass. Her checks were slightly flushed, and her umide had a vague, tipay quality.
Karen asked, “Hey, Harriet, is she awake? Good thing she’s awake. Now he won’t come to tumiliate me
Karen’s hands were rested on the cupboard. With a smile, she continue. “He’s been staying by Madeline’s side these days. What’s the firm of being around someone barely alive?”
Harriet, adjusting her wording for different listeners, said confidently, “Karen, you’re still Mr. Mary’s favorite–his top choice. You’ll never be replaced Trust me. Mr. Massey treats you uniquely,”
Karen was surprised and repeated, “Uniquely?”
She clicked her tongue and continued, “1…”
The words were on
Is were on the tip of her tongue, but Karen held them back.
Many people thought Karen was a shameless flint, but only she knew she cared about her dignity.
Each time, Ryan just treated Karen as a stand–in for Madeline.
Ryan wouldn’t even touch Karen willingly, not even in those slightly intimate moments, and he wouldn’t turn on the light to look at her face. He didn’t even let her speak
Karen had never been intimate with Ryan Surprisingly, despite him often staying in her room, they never had a true relationship.
Karen just knelt down on the ground, like a puppet, like someone he could unload his thoughts onto
She listened to his pointless ramblings.
The person Ryan loved was his cousin.
Karen thought, “Well, why do I like a devil who will never really pay attention to me? I deserve it
Karen clutched her cup tightly and coughed, touching her neck which still hurt. That night, Ryan had really wanted to strangle her.
Karen felt a chill of fear, realizing that after all her time by Ryan’s side, she was ultimately something he could easily get rid of
Harriet noticed the bruises on Karen’s neck, a man’s handprint, and quickly looked away.
Harrier said, “Karen, you seem drunk. Do you want me to help you to your room to rest? Drinking alcohol in the morning is quite harsh on your stomach.
Karen shook her head and walked straight out of the kitchen.
Harrier looked at the steaming pot of oatmeal, pouted, sighed, and went to serve some soup
Regardless of Karen’s frustration, Harriet should avoid making reckless comments about her situation.
Karen knocked on Madeline’s door and entered without waiting for permission. Her eyes had turned gentle, a change from the earlier sorrowful expression.
Karen was justi like when she was Madeline’s counselor.
If Karen’s dress weren’t a bit revealing, she might have actually confused Madeline.
Madeline adjusted her pujanos and put down the ointment she was applying She asked. “Ms. Green! Daisy G
Green, or Karen Green?
Karr sigheid, looking at Madeline with a thoughtful gaze. She said. “Whatever you like. It’s fine with me. Madibe, does it still buurt?”
