Although the bloodstain wasn't located directly on her private area, he had only to lower his head to see her clearly...
"You go out first!" she said, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, suddenly realizing the man in front of her was taking advantage of the situation.
Could it be there were no true gentlemen in this world, that they're all lechers? Even him?
Clayton Howard didn't answer, continuing to wash the bloodstain on her chest, not bothering with whether she had started to get angry.
After he had cleaned the bloodstain, his eyes shifted and he inadvertently noticed a large bruise on her right arm.
His handsome eyebrows furrowed as he reached out to inspect her arm. "What happened?"
He hadn't noticed it before. Could it be that Aiden Bewell had laid a hand on her?
The thought of that possibility suddenly ignited a boundless rage in Clayton Howard's heart!
