Edward Kirsten looked at Charlotte Laneâs retreating figure, standing alone in the cold wind.
For a moment, his fingers touched his side.
The tears on his fingertips had long dried, but he still felt a post-warmth there.
He sighed softly, touched the slapped face, and murmured, âEdward Kirsten, how can you bear it?â
When Charlotte returned, she entered the living room and bumped into Alice Eugene.
Alice immediately noticed the red mark on her neck, clearly made by a hand grip.
Charlotte ignored her and walked inside. But Alice raised her hand to stop her.
Alice laughed and said, âOh, what happened here?â
Charlotte raised her eyes to look at her.
Alice saw her reddened eyes, clearly from crying, and her heart was filled with pleasure, âHenry Kirsten has ordered everyone here not to disrespect you. Youâ¦surely didnât do this to yourself, did you?â
Charlotteâs throat hurt, and she didnât want to talk, just stared at Alice.
âEnigma Starry, let me give you a piece of advice.â Aliceâs voice slowly turned cold, âYouâd better stay here obediently and not act so high and mighty, no one will tolerate you forever.â
Charlotte waited for her to finish talking, and quickly grabbed Aliceâs neck â so fast that Alice didnât have time to react.
As soon as Charlotte grabbed her neck, she held her up and walked into the living room.
Aliceâs attempt to resist was blocked by her hand.
She quickly dragged Alice into the living room and forcefully knocked her head on the tea table.
Blood stained the tea table in an instant.
Aliceâs attempt to fight back immediately weakened, her eyes blurred, and she couldnât see things clearly or speak.
Charlotte looked at her, slowly spat out two words: âTrash.â
With that, she let go of Alice and went upstairs.
When she got upstairs, she locked the door and went to the restroom to wash her hands.
Then she stood in front of the mirror and looked at the handprint on her neck.
All her emotions had disappeared, leaving only endless coldness. She looked at it for a while, then reached up and touched the red mark on her neck.
She then opened the drawer under the washbasin and looked at the medicine box inside.
It was filled with various ointments for external injuries.
Back when she was in Continent A and danced, she would often get bruises, so Edward Kirsten always kept a lot of medicine in her room.
She closed the drawer without taking any medicine and instead pressed her fingers harder into each red mark, making them deeper.
Downstairs, Alice was helped out just as Edward Kirsten returned with a trench coat.
âWhat happened?â Edward Kirsten looked at the blood on the back of her neck, staining her clothes red.
Aliceâs vision blurred: âItâs nothing. Just accidentally bumped into something.â
Edward Kirsten stared at her without saying a word.
Alice was afraid of his scrutinizing gaze and said, âI got into a fight with Enigma.â
âDid you touch her?â Edward Kirsten asked.
âNo.â Alice said, âI just talked to her, I didnât fight back.â
Edward Kirsten looked away, âLearn your lesson. Your repeated hospitalizations make me think youâre incompetent.â
Alice lowered her head: âYes.â
Edward Kirsten didnât look at her again and went straight into the living room.
â¦
For two days, Charlotte had not left her room.
Edward Kirsten called her several times, but she didnât open the door. She didnât eat or drink, and there was no sound.
It had never happened before.
When they used to have the fiercest fights, they still argued constantly.
Even if it was a cold war, Enigma always enjoyed her food and never mistreated herself.
Edward Kirsten knocked on the door again without success, then turned around and went downstairs, ordering someone to break the door.
Inside the room, Charlotte had soaked oats in milk and ate it. After lying in bed without the door knocking sound, she fell asleep.
Soâ¦when Edward Kirsten ordered the door to be taken down and entered, he saw her sitting on the bed with sleepy eyes, looking angrily surprised at the entrance.
Edward Kirstenâs gaze first fell on her neck as he stepped in.
The red mark caused by pinching hadnât faded at all; instead, it turned purplish-blue.
It was especially eye-catching on her fair neck.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, âWhy didnât you apply the medicine?â
Charlotte Lane looked at him without speaking.
Edward Kirsten stared at her for a moment, then looked away and took two steps forward, sitting at the foot of the bed. He said softly, âEnigma, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have hurt you.â
Charlotte turned her head to look elsewhere, ignoring him.
As she twisted her neck, the three purple bruises on the side became more visible.
Edward looked at the three finger marks and said, âI didnât want to kill Victoria Zane or Daisy Zane. I wanted the thing they held. Even if Victoria didnât have it, her head would. Thatâs why I wouldnât kill them.â
Charlotte Lane still ignored him.
Edward patiently explained, âMy power was severely damaged back then, and many of the people Iâve used since were newly recruited and not fully submissive to me. After they went to Cold Green Village⦠they disobeyed my orders.â
Charlotte hugged her knees and buried her face in them.
Edward heard her crying soon after. He looked at her trembling shoulders and gently frowned. âWhy are you crying?â he asked softly.
Charlotte didnât respond, but her crying grew louder.
âWas I too fierce that day?â
âMmm.â Charlotte responded very softly.
Edwardâs eyes started to look a bit lost.
He had always thought that Enigma had become very different from before. Cold, distant, wary, and even her every step seemed calculated.
But her crying now made him suddenly realize that no matter how much she changed, she was still the same little Miss.
No matter how she disguised herself on the outside, it was still the same girl who would cry because he was too fierce.
Edwardâs thoughts were suddenly jumbled by her crying.
After a while, he finally reacted, moved forward, and wanted to put his hand on her back to comfort her. But before he could touch her, he heard her say, âDonât touch me!â
Edwardâs hand was stiff in the air, and after a moment, he withdrew it reluctantly. âAlright, Enigma. Donât cry. Itâs my fault.â
Charlotte still ignored him.
Edward listened to her cries for a while and then pulled the quilt over her.
Charlotte pulled the quilt back and moved away from him, snatching the quilt out of his hand.
Edward looked at his empty hand. âEnigma, whatâs done is done. My apology canât change anything. What can I do to make you stop being angry?â
âYou go away,â Charlotte said.
Edward pressed his lips together. âIf you behave, Iâll take you to the Laboratory tomorrow.â
âGet out!â
Edward: ââ¦â¦â
âDonât make helping you with experiments sound like Iâm begging.â
Edward looked at the top of her head and smoothed her messy hair. âArenât you curious about 319?â
Charlotte buried her head and didnât make a sound.
âYouâre curious, and I need you for the experiment. We both need each other,â Edward said softly.
Charlotte Lane was silent for a while, and then she said, âWhat about you hurting me?â
Because of her words, Edward raised his eyebrows in a good mood. âYou can look at all the materials and data in the laboratory.â
âYou leave.â
Edwardâs eyebrows furrowed.
âI want to change my clothes. Iâm hungry.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Edwardâs frown relaxed, and he raised the corners of his mouth, getting up to leave.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, Charlotte put her legs down and wiped the tears from her face. She stared at the quilt for a while.
Then she got out of bed and went to the restroom.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes were red, and the tears had not fully dried.
She looked away in disgust after a brief glance and opened the drawer under the washbasin.
There was a new drawing under the medicine box.
She had drawn it yesterday.
It was a simple figure on the page, crying piteously against the sunlight, head down and bent over.
But behind this person, the extended shadow smiled with a hint of terror.