Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Du Xiaoran exclaimed, “Yes, Sir and Madam!”
He then patted Laurent’s back and walked her to the couch where she took a seat. He got down on one knee, picked up her right hand which was injured, and bandaged it carefully.
Staring at the man who was kneeling in front of her, Laurent smiled widely while feeling overjoyed. “Xiaoran, you’re so nice to me.”
Du Xiaoran was bandaging her with swift, fluid motions and he never once paused. “It’s only my duty.”
Marquis and Marchioness York felt relieved to see that their daughter was finally happy and willing to have her wound bandaged. After giving Laurent some instructions, the two of them returned to their room to allow Laurent to spend some time alone with Du Xiaoran.
“You guys may leave. We don’t need you here,” Laurent said coldly to her servants after scanning the surroundings.
“Yes, Miss Laurent. Goodnight.” The servants then excused themselves one after another.
Du Xiaoran tied a butterfly knot on the bandage and began putting away the first aid kit. He glanced at Laurent who was smiling widely, and asked with composure, “How did you get injured?”
Staring at her bandaged hand, Laurent smiled nonchalantly and answered, “Nothing, it was just an accident.”
If he saw correctly, the wound should have been made by a sharp object that cut her hand.
Despite being doubtful, he did not voice his thoughts and instead nodded to express his acknowledgment.
After packing up, he stood up to leave. “It’s getting late. You’d better get some rest.”
Seeing that he was about to leave, Laurent stood up to hug him from behind. Burying her face in his shoulder, she rubbed her chin against him affectionately. “Xiaoran, DON’T be so cold towards me. I won’t be able to take it.”
Xiaoran pushed her hand away and said, “You’re reading too much into things.”
Laurent hugged him and asked, “Is that so? Am I really just reading too much into things?”
“Yes,” Du Xiaoran said with disdain in his eyes.
“Fine. Prove it to me and I’ll believe you. Now, carry me back to my room,” Laurent ordered unreasonably.
Du Xiaoran turned to glance at her for a long while before bending over to pick her up and he brought her back to her room.
“Rest early. Goodnight.” Du Xiaoran lowered her onto the bed and got ready to leave. At the instant that he turned around, Laurent quickly grabbed him to stop him. She pleaded, “Xiaoran, stay behind tonight, will you?”
Du Xiaoran pushed her hands away and turned around to leave coldly. Staring at his back, Laurent yelled in exasperation, “At the end of the day, you still love her, don’t you!?! She’s the reason you’re not willing to touch me, isn’t she!?!”
Du Xiaoran froze, showing no signs of admittance or denial.
When the door was finally closed and Du Xiaoran left heartlessly, Laurent guffawed loudly and thought to herself, the more he loves her, the more I’ll torture her. Let’s see how much longer he can love her for!
I, Laurent York will get whatever I want, and Du Xiaoran is no exception!
Laurent changed into a fresh set of clothes and hurriedly drove out of the mansion to the inn in the suburbs. She decided to drive herself instead of summoning the chauffeur.
The door of the room in the inn was kicked open.
Upon sight of her, the bodyguards fearfully bowed to her and greeted, “Good evening, Miss Laurent.”
Luo Anning was laying on the ground, covered in wounds that she had sustained from the harsh beatings. Her face was extremely swollen aftering being beaten into a pulp by Laurent.
The skin that was exposed was all damaged, with welts, bruises and scabs that looked extremely daunting.
