If she were to get angry at him now, she would feel that it was her fault.
"Come, let me feed you." There was no way she could reject Edward's magnetic voice and gentle expression.
That was the first time she understood the meaning of the word "evildoer".
She forced herself to sit up, and at that moment, the blanket fell off.
Jeanne followed Edward's line of sight…
Then, she gritted her teeth and pulled the mattress up.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her.
It was obvious that he saw the dense bruises on her body.
"If I say it hurts, will you stop?" Jeanne asked.
Edward took two seconds to do some serious thinking.
"No."
In that case, why did he ask?
"Open your mouth." Edward's guilt only lasted for a second.
He picked up some eggs with his fork and placed them beside Jeanne's mouth, coaxing her to open her mouth.
