Chapter 296


    Chapter 296


    After dinner, Cordy helped Dicky take a bath as usual.She then handed him a storybook to read by


    himself while she took a bath.


    When she undressed, she looked at the mirror to see arge bruise on her rear nk.


    It hurt from the slightest movement, but she gritted her teeth and finished her bath.She changed into


    her pajamas, then took a tube of ointment from the first-aid kit.


    She stood before the full-length mirror in the living room, pulling up her shirt and lowering her trousers


    slightly, baring her hip so that it was easier to apply the ointment.


    However, she blinked just as she was about to do it—she saw John in the mirror''s reflection.He was


    suddenly approaching her from the living room, as if he had been there for a while without her noticing.


    Cordy promptly lowered her shirt and pulled up her trousers, scowling as she snapped, "What are you


    doing here?"


    She clearly recalled changing her door password to stop him, and therefore never expected him to


    enter anyway without her knowing.


    "Dicky opened the door for me," he admitted.


    Cordy pursed her lips.She was prepared for everything, but not her own son''s betrayal! Still, she forced


    herself to calm down.


    "What are you doing here? To take Dicky home? He''s going to bed soon, and it''s the weekend


    tomorrow—I''d suggest letting him stare."


    John, however, had moved to stand just inches away from her, and was staring at her from above.


    The lights in Cordy''s house weren’t too bright, with only the spot where she ced the tall mirror was


    illuminated brightly.


    As John stood with the light on his back, he looked rather dangerous.


    Cordy asked warily, What do you want?"


    However, John lifted her pajama shirt right then, and she snapped, "John! "


    "I thought you weren''t hurt,"


    John growled, his eyes fixed at the swollen bruise on her rear nk.It was simply gruesome.


    "It''s not as serious as Jessica''s—"


    "You really don''t know how to say that it hurts, do you?"


    "It''s just a knock.It''s less terrible than it looks—Ow!"


    Cordy suddenly yelped because John poked the bruise with his fingers; she couldn’t withstand the


    abrupt pain.


    Even as she gritted her teeth and red viciously at John, he told her, "If it hurts, say it.Don''t lie."


    Cordy was silent.


    "Now lift your shirt," he continued.


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    "Don''t worry.I can restrain myself from touching you even when you''re drugged.Do you really think I


    can''t control myself when you''re looking like this?"


    Cordy let it slide—not because she was upset with John''s apparent disinterest in her, but because he


    got to ogle at her body so naturally.


    Jessica was supposed to be his fiancee, while they were just strangers.


    As usual, John read her mind with pinpoint precision.


    Shrugging, he said, "I''ve already seen every nook and cranny, anyway."


    Cordy refused to continue the banter—or to be precise, she never could fight back when it was


    him.She simply turned her back towards John, and watched from the mirror as John applied the


    ointment to her bruise with great concentration.He did so exceedingly gently, worried that he would hurt


    her.She couldn’t feel his touch at all.


    The room turned silent, as both of them didn’t say a word.


    Cordy continued to restrain herself as best as she could, while John focused on applying the ointment


    on her.