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The room fell into a tense silence after those words were spoken, creating a delicate atmosphere.
Edgar remained motionless, seemingly stunned by the request. Graceâs brows furrowed. her expression turning dark. âHurry up, I want to see the injury.â
Edgarâs spirits dampened instantly. So, she just wanted to see the injury, and he had misunderstood her intentions. But waitâ an injury? How did she suddenly suspect he was injured? Did Nick tell her something?
âMy injury is fine. Iâve been applying medicine for the past two days, and itâs almost healed,â he quickly responded.
Grace gave him a cold look. âTake it cflâ
Edgar hesitated, not making a move. âWith a bandage, you canât see the wound.â
âTear it off. Itâs not a big deal if you need to reapply the medication,â she insisted firmly.
So, she really intended to see it? Edgar pondered how to divert the simation.
Seeing through his thoughts, Grace sternly warned, âDonât try to deceive ine tonight. You have to take
it off!â
ace, I appreciate your concern for my injury, and it warms my heart. However, itâs late now, I should rest carly. We can see each other tomorrow,â he tried to reason.
and
Grace gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to tie him up and forcibly remove his clothes. She retorted, âYou yourself said that you would unconditionally chey my orders. Was that just an empty promise?â
ââ
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 placed 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, âShould I take off my pants too?â Graceâs frustration boiled over. âI want to see your injury, not you taking off your pants!â
âYou said you wanted me to be nakedâ He lowered his head and complained in a low voice, realizing that his words were audible due to the roomâs silence.
âEdgar! Say one more word, and Iâll do it for you. Donât even think about keeping your pants on. Get out of here and run around the villa fifty times!â she exclaimed, displaying her determination.
Jes us Christ she was ruthless!
Was he really supposed to go out for a run, compromising his dignity and self-respect?
Observing his obvious reluctance, Grace continued to curl her lips. âOr 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?â
He couldnât bear it anymore! There was no way he would allow such humiliation!
Edgar tightly pursed his thin lips, his Adamâs apple bobbing lightly. Finally, he unbuttoned the last button. He hesitated, about to find an excuse, but was halted by Graceâs sharp gaze.
Running laps 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 Graceâs 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, âTurn over.â
Edgar obediently complied, turning around as instructed. Grace wasted no time and forcefully tore apart the bandages covering his hack. With each layer she removed, the bloodstains beneath became more visible.
As Grace noticed the blood, her movements became gentler. After she removed the last few layers 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. âYour wound is still bleeding, It seems severe. But why doesnât it resemble an injury caused by sulfuric acid?â
Indeed, the injury appeared serious, and Grace was apprehensive about touching it. Edgar sighed.
inwardly. As expected, just one glance from her was enough to see through his deception.
âWhy doesnât it look like it? It was sulfuric acid. Thereâs blood. I applied medicine during the day, so it didnât seep through,â he replied nonchalantly.
Grace remained skeptical. âTell me the truth. Do you know what really happened to the injury on your back?â
âYes, it was sulfuric acid,â he asserted, maintaining a calm and natural demeanor. After pretending to ponder for a moment, he suddenly recalled, âOh, I remember now. I was hiding in the trunk of a car last night. It seems that when I was fighting with Nick, I accidentally hit my back, causing the bleeding.â
Was that truly the case? Then why did Nick say those things to warn her? Was he lying, or was Edgar?
âIs it just a coincidence? The injury occurred tonight and happened to coincide with your previous injury. Donât you find that a bit too deliberate?â Grace questioned, her doubt evident.
âWhatâs deliberate about it? Some things in this world are merely coincidences,â Edgar replied gently.
âAlthough this injury may look severe, itâs actually not serious. Do you really think Iâm in bad condition?â
Grace didnât believe his casual explanation. She had eyes and could assess the severity of the injury herself.
âTurn around and face me,â she commanded.
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.
âKneel down,â she instructed, recalling the previous incident where he had refused. But this time, he didnât 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. âEdgar, do you think I wouldnât find out unless you confessed? Mr. Chad Smith is also my friend. If I have him come over to personally inspect your injury, you wonât be able to hide the truth. Consider that carefully.â
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Her eyes turned cold and piercing. âDo you want to confess voluntarily, or shall I investigate further?â
Edgarâs black eyes trembled, reflecting his internal struggle. After contemplating for a while, he finally spoke, âItâs not sulfuric acid. Itâs a highly corrosive agent called $40.â
âWhat?â Graceâs eyes widened in surprise.
âItâs a liquid that possesses similar properties to sulfuric acid but is even more corrosive. If it comes into contact with the skin, the burns will be more severe. Ordinary ointments wonât be effective, and the healing process will be prolonged. However, internally, there is no harm,â Edgar explained, his dark eyes blinking.
âWho told you this?â
Edgar blinked. âI didnât know at first, it was Nick himself last night who said that he stole this thing from the War lab. â
âReally?â
Edgar nodded, âReally.â
Grace had never heard of such a substance, but his explanation seemed to align with the nature of his injury.
But was it really as simple as a skin injury?
She stared at Edgar intently, contemplating 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. âYou really are not honest, tonight because of this injury problem, how many lies did you pull? Can you count it yourself!â
âYou are angry?â
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. âI admit I was wrong. Itâs just a superficial injury. I understand that you dislike feeling indebted to others, so I didnât want you to burden yourself with guilt. I didnât mean to keep it from you. Please donât be angry. How about you give my abs a squeeze?â
âWho cares about your meat!â Grace snat ched her hand back, her gaze filled with anger as she glared at him.
Edgarâs attempt at reconciliation failed, but he refused to give up. He looked at her earnestly and whispered, âThenâ shall I give you the belt and allow you to personally punish me by beating me