Chapter 84 The Handkerchief in the Room


    "Well… I''ve been trying to get in touch with Mr. Jakovich since the moment I found the handkerchief.


    However, I couldn''t contact him because he is now attending a design seminar abroad and has turned


    off his phone."


    "Try your best!" Horace scowled in a low voice angrily, "Bring him to me as soon as you can get in


    touch with him."


    Isaac was so scared that he became deadly pale, "Yes, Mr. Kirnd."


    Now Horace had no mood for the model on theputer screen. He moved towards the door in his


    wheelchair rapidly.


    Isaac followed. Then, Horace asked coldly, "Is ra home now?"


    "Martha called just now and told me that Mrs. Kirnd had already gone back home."


    Hearing that, Horace finally softened his poker face a little. When he suddenly realized that he still held


    that handkerchief in hand, he immediately cast it to Isaac with disgust and said, "Throw it away. Also,


    buy and close thepany that produces this handkerchief. I don''t want to see it anywhere anymore."


    Taking stair Jakovich into ount, Isaac hesitated, "But how about Mr. Jakovich?"


    "Do as I said!"


    ra had fallen asleep when Horace was home.


    Sleeping with Horace in a small bedst night gave her a light sleep, which made her tired that day, so


    she went straight to bed after having dinner.


    When Horace entered the room, he found ra curling up in bed, wearing the silk sling pajamas


    bought by Martha. She tightly held the quilt in her arms, which exposed her delicate shoulders and


    back to the air.


    Horace frowned.


    ra had gotten used to such a sleep posture. Instead of tucking herself in, she would rather hold the


    quilt in her arms. Therefore, he would wake up at midnight in order to tuck her in in fear that she would


    catch a cold.


    Why did Martha buy her sling pajamas? Such pajamas could not keep her warm.


    After locking the door, Horace stood up from the wheelchair and walked towards the bed, hoping to


    tuck her in. When he just stood still beside the bed, ra turned around and left the quilt behind, which


    totally exposed her body to the air.


    All of a sudden, Horace held his breath and stopped his movement.


    He then understood why Martha would prepare such pajamas for ra.


    The pajamas were ck, embroidered with delicate, beautiful patterns. ra became more attractive


    when the cloth covered her fair skin.


    The pajamas were not loose but slim, so that it could delineate ra''s sexy figure. When she wore it


    and slept in such a casual posture, it was extremely tempting.


    Desire was burning in Horace''s eyes.


    At that moment, ra woke up and slightly rubbed her sleepy eyes.


    "Horace?" realizing that there stood a man beside the bed, she was startled and then became sober,


    "Wee home."


    When she went home that day, she was so tired that she fell asleep very soon. Now, seeing Horace


    standing just in front of her, what Stephanie had told her that day urred to her and she became


    soberer.


    Before making a response, Horace rapidly covered ra with the quilt, which dissolved his fiery desire.


    He said, "I think you should put on more clothes in case you catch a cold."


    It took ra several seconds before she lowered her head to have a look at her new pajamas and


    realized what he meant. She blushed, "I have only been away from home for one day and it was


    unexpected that Martha would throw away my old pajamas and buy me this."


    Now ra did regret that she went home yesterday. Her imprudent decision not only brought her no


    benefits, but also put her at the "kind" mercy of Martha.


    Indeed, those who had worked for rich families were better yers than her.


    "Well, how about your wound?" Horace suddenly recalled ra''s wound and he took her wrist out of


    the quilt. Seeing the used bandage and cotton inside it, he knitted his brow, "You haven''t redressed it,


    right? ra, can''t you take better care of yourself?"


    ra looked a little guilty and lowered her head, "I will redress it right now."


    She tried to get up from bed, but stopped by Horace. He said, "I''ll do it for you. It is inconvenient for you


    to do it with your left hand."


    He got the cotton swab and medicine and began to redress ra''s wound.


    ra could not remember how many times Horace had helped her change the wound dressing since


    the ident. Whenever he did that, his hot breath would fall on her arms, which always made her


    blush.


    She could not help turning around and staring at Horace''s handsome face. It dazzled her a little.


    From this special angle, his eyshes looked long and dense, and his eyes sparklingly dark. Even a


    girl''s eyshes and eyes could not be more beautiful than his.


    Attracted by Horace''s eyes, she ventured in a soft tone, "Horace, can I ask you a question?"


    Horace paid all his attention to her wound. Without looking up, he gave a grunt of acquiescence.


    "The owner of that ne…Is she your ex-girlfriend?" ra asked.


    The movement of Horace''s hand paused for a few seconds and then he rapidly resumed his work.


    Again, without looking up, he gave a grunt of approval.


    It was unexpected that Horace would be willing to talk about this topic. She was relieved a little and


    posed another question, "You loved her very much, right?"


    Hearing the question, Horace finally looked up.


    The darkness in his eyes was deep, preventing ra from guessing what he was thinking about. He


    asked calmly, "ra, why do you want to know about this?"


    ra began to regret her questions and responded in a low voice, "Well, I can sense your sadness


    whenever you have a look at it."


    The darkness in Horace''s eyes flickered. He lowered his head again and went on redressing ra''s


    wound.


    When ra thought that Horace did not want to continue this topic, he made his response


    unexpectedly.


    "I am sorry to her."


    It took ra several seconds to understand his words. He was sorry to Laura?


    Her heart sank.


    Did it mean that he had really left Laura to death and fled away alone ten years ago? Otherwise, why


    would he say that he was sorry to her?


    No.


    It was impossible.


    She slightly shook her head to get rid of her imagination about this topic. She did not dare to ask more


    questions about it, so their conversation about this topic came to an end.


    ...


    While in the old house of the Kirnd family.


    Russell Kirnd was old, so he went to bed early.


    However, in the study, there stood a bowing figure, with his face lowering into the darkness, in front of


    Sean Kirnd.


    "Are you sure?" Sean, with an extremely gloomy face, asked, "Did that cripple really have sex with his


    new married wife?"


    "It is real," the man standing in front of the table answered seriously, "Mr. Russell Kirnd has been


    concerned about this matter. Besides, what I have observed can prove it."


    "Damn it!" Sean threw a hard punch at the table with fury in his eyes, "If it is real, then this ra


    Selman would probably have a baby with that loser?"Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.