Chapter 194
Chapter 194
The room fell into a tense silence after those words were spoken, creating a delicate atmosphere.
Edgar remained motionless, seemingly stunned by the request. Grace’s brows furrowed. her
expression turning dark. “Hurry up, I want to see the injury.”
Edgar’s spirits dampened instantly. So, she just wanted to see the injury, and he had misunderstood
her intentions. But wait” an injury? How did she suddenly suspect he was injured? Did Nick tell her
something?
“My injury is fine. I’ve been applying medicine for the past two days, and it’s almost healed,” he quickly
responded.
Grace gave him a cold look. “Take it cfl’
Edgar hesitated, not making a move. “With a bandage, you can’t see the wound.“
“Tear it off. It’s not a big deal if you need to reapply the medication,” she insisted firmly.
So, she really intended to see it? Edgar pondered how to divert the simation.
Seeing through his thoughts, Grace sternly warned, “Don’t try to deceive ine tonight. You have to take
it off!”
ace, I appreciate your concern for my injury, and it warms my heart. However, it’ste now, I should rest
carly. We can see each other tomorrow,” he tried to reason.
and
Grace gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to tie him up and forcibly remove his clothes. She
retorted, “You yourself said that you would unconditionally chey my orders. Was that just an empty
promise?”
”’
Edgar was left speechless, realizing that she was referring to his previous pledge. Reluctantly, he
extended his hand towards the gold button on his suit..
Grace observed his movements with patience, rubbing her brows as she waited quietly. Edgar took off
his suit and carefully ced it on the tabletop of her dressing table. After a few seconds of hesitation,
he proceeded to unbutton his shirt.
As he unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest, he whispered, ‘Should I take off my pants too?” Grace’s
frustration boiled over. “I want to see your injury, not you taking off your pants!”
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“You said you wanted me to be naked” He lowered his head andined in a low voice, realizing
that his words were audible due to the room’s silence.
“Edgar! Say one more word, and I’ll do it for you. Don’t even think about keeping your pants on. Get out
of here and run around the vi fifty times!” she eximed, disying her determination.
Jes us Christ she was ruthless!
Was he really supposed to go out for a run,promising his dignity and self-respect?
Observing his obvious reluctance, Grace continued to curl her lips. “Or perhaps I should have Eleven
and the others find a rope to tie you up and hang you from a tree in the garden. Which option would
you prefer?’
He couldn’t bear it anymore! There was no way he would allow such humiliation!
Edgar tightly pursed his thin lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing lightly. Finally, he unbuttoned thest
button. He hesitated, about to find an excuse, but was halted by Grace’s sharp gaze.
Runningps outside was out of the question! Being hung up like an exhibit was even more
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unimaginable!
He refused to undress to show his injuries.
Lowering his gaze. Edgar pondered how to deceive her in this situation. Under Grace’s unwavering
gaze, he slowly removed his silk shirt, revealing his strong and perfectly sculpted eight pack abs.
However, Grace was in no mood to appreciate his physique at that moment. As soon as Edgar finished
undressing, she stood up and approached him, demanding, “Turn over.”
Edgar obedientlyplied, turning around as instructed. Grace wasted no time and forcefully tore
apart the bandages covering his hack. With eachyer she removed, the bloodstains beneath became
more visible.
As Grace noticed the blood, her movements became gentler. After she removed thest fewyers of
the bandage, a palm sized burn mark on his hack came into full view.
Grace furrowed her brows, examining the burn mark closely. It had been four days, yet the wounds still
appeared red and bl oody, which was quite concerning.
Her fingertips hovered near his back but hesitated to touch the injury. “Your wound is still bleeding, It
seems severe. But why doesn’t it resemble an injury caused by sulfuric acid?”
Indeed, the injury appeared serious, and Grace was apprehensive about touching it. Edgar sighed.
inwardly. As expected, just one nce from her was enough to see through his deception.
“Why doesn’t it look like it? It was sulfuric acid. There’s blood. I applied medicine during the day, so it
didn’t seep through,” he replied nonchntly.
Grace remained skeptical. ‘Tell me the truth. Do you know what really happened to the injury on your
back?”
“Yes, it was sulfuric acid,” he asserted, maintaining a calm and natural demeanor. After pretending to
ponder for a moment, he suddenly recalled, “Oh, I remember now. I was hiding in the trunk of a carst
night. It seems that when I was fighting with Nick, I identally hit my back, causing the bleeding.”
Was that truly the case? Then why did Nick say those things to warn her? Was he lying, or was Edgar?
“Is it just a coincidence? The injury urred tonight and happened to coincide with your previous
injury. Don’t you find that a bit too deliberate?” Grace questioned, her doubt evident.
“What’s deliberate about it? Some things in this world are merely coincidences,” Edgar replied gently.
“Although this injury may look severe, it’s actually not serious. Do you really think I’m in bad condition?’
Grace didn’t believe his casual exnation. She had eyes and could assess the severity of the injury
herself.
“Turn around and face me,” shemanded.
Edgar obediently turned around to meet her gaze. Towering at 1.88 meters, he stood significantly taller
that Grace, who was 168 centimeters tall. As she looked up at him, her neck grew tired.
“Kneel down,” she instructed, recalling the previous incident where he had refused. But this time, he
didn’t hesitate. He slowly bent his knees and straightened his back, realizing the importance of chasing
after his wife and the insignificance of his pride.
Grace extended her hand, raising his chin to examine him closely. “Edgar, do you think I wouldn’t find
out unless you confessed? Mr. Chad Smith is also my friend. If I have hime over to personally
inspect your injury, you won’t be able to hide the truth. Consider that carefully.”
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Her eyes turned cold and piercing. “Do you want to confess voluntarily, or shall I investigate further?”
Edgar’s ck eyes trembled, reflecting his internal struggle. After contemting for a while, he finally
spoke, “It’s not sulfuric acid. It’s a highly corrosive agent called $40.”
“What?” Grace’s eyes widened in surprise.
“It’s a liquid that possesses simr properties to sulfuric acid but is even more corrosive. If ites into
contact with the skin, the burns will be more severe. Ordinary ointments won’t be effective, and the
healing process will be prolonged. However, internally, there is no harm,” Edgar exined, his dark
eyes blinking.
“Who told you this?”
Edgar blinked. “I didn’t know at first, it was Nick himselfst night who said that he stole this thing from
the Warb. ”
“Really?”
Edgar nodded, “Really.”
Grace had never heard of such a substance, but his exnation seemed to align with the nature of his
injury.
But was it really as simple as a skin injury?
She stared at Edgar intently, contemting whether she should inquire further. However, it seemed that
tonight was not the right time. Since it was connected to the War Lab, she could consult her older
brother about it tomorrow.
Expressing her displeasure, Grace sat back on the edge of the bed, radiating a cold aura. “You really
are not honest, tonight because of this injury problem, how many lies did you pull? Can you count it
yourself!”
“You are angry?”
Grace remained silence and turn her face away.
It seemed that she was genuinely irritated and no longer wanted to pay him any mind.
Sensing her genuine annoyance, Edgar refrained from standing up. Instead, he crawled on his knees
towards her feet and gingerly held her small hand, pressing it against his abdomen.
He tried to soothe her gently. “I admit I was wrong. It’s just a superficial injury. I understand that you
dislike feeling indebted to others, so I didn’t want you to burden yourself with guilt. I didn’t mean to keep
it from you. Please don’t be angry. How about you give my abs a squeeze?”
“Who cares about your meat!” Grace snat ched her hand back, her gaze filled with anger as she red
at him.
Edgar’s attempt at reconciliation failed, but he refused to give up. He looked at her earnestly and
whispered, “Then” shall I give you the belt and allow you to personally punish me by beating me