Chapter 9 I don''t Like the Traces of Others on You


    "Cough, cough, cough."


    Horace''s question had totally taken her aback. She was choked by water and coughed violently.


    "Be careful." Unlike the panicky ra, Horace just calmly caressed her back.


    ra looked up in a fluster and met his eyes. He was just staring at her swollen chin.


    That mark was so unpleasant to the eye.


    He immediately took out the ster from the medicine box on the bedside table, squeezed it on his


    hand and applied it to her red and swollen chin.


    Feeling his cold touch, she still looked at him with some vignce. She hesitated and finally said, "How


    do you know Darren?"


    "You said his name when you were dreaming."


    ra was stunned. Then she remembered that just now she was in aa where she dreamed about


    what happened two years ago.


    Her eyes darkened involuntarily. Before she had figured out how to answer, Horace spoke again at an


    appropriate speed.


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    "ra, I don''t care what happened to you in the past. But I hope you understand that you are my wife


    now, and I don''t like my wife to call other people''s names in bed."


    When he said these words, there was no emotion in his tone. However, ra felt an unspeakable


    hegemony.


    Especially his ck eyes which seemed calm but actually deep and dark, she can''t make out what kind


    of emotion in his eyes.


    Horace then helped ra finish coating the medicine. ra drooped her head, "Thank you."


    "Not at all," murmured Horace who put away the ointment. "I don''t like the traces of others on you."


    ra''s body was stiff again.


    Although she didn''t say anything, it seemed that he already knew.


    Feeling the coolness on her chin, ra felt his anger and shrunk her head.


    "I see." Unknowingly, ra oozed sweat from the palms and only bowed her head.


    "Take a break early," Horace turned his wheelchair. "I''ll sleep in the guest room tonight."


    Then he left the room without waiting for ra''s reply.


    In the room, ra back into the soft bedding alone, showing no sign of sleepiness.


    ra could finally let the tears in her eyes flow down wantonly.


    She remembered that dream again.


    After suffering shame, she had been endlessly humiliated by her rtives.


    Misunderstood and ridiculed by friends and loved ones, and mibeled by the world and nailed to the


    pir of shame forever, she finally didn''t have to be strong. She finally could cry out when staying


    alone.


    The next day, after ra took a drip, she was much reinvigorated and she decided to go to work. But


    when she got up to pack up, she found her bag missing and a famous brand bag reced her original


    bag.


    "Martha," At this time, ra just saw her go upstairs to tidy and asked. "Where''s my bag?"


    "Mrs. Selman, your bag was damaged in the rain yesterday. Mr. Kirnd prepared this bag for you."


    She recognized that the bag Horace bought for her was CHANEL which was worth tens of thousands


    of dors. She couldn''t afford it with her own sry. But her bag had been thrown away and she had no


    other bag. Therefore, she had to ept this bag.


    Horace sat at the table reading the newspaper as usual.


    But ra was keenly aware that Horace seemed different today.


    Was it his manner, sitting position, or his hands?


    Her gaze rested on his well-defined hands and she suddenly froze.