At this moment, Hunter Warren quietly opened his eyes and looked at her.
Faye Townsend quickly pulled back her hand and stepped back a few paces.
Her heart raced, she was very nervous, why did he wake up?
Faye blinked nervously a few times.
But Hunter Warren only paused for three seconds before closing his eyes again.
Faye breathed a sigh of relief. She hesitated for a while before once again laboriously helping him take off his clothes.
When she turned him inward, the knife scar on his back clearly surfaced before her eyes.
Faye bit her lip, her fists clenched tightly, she struggled to control the pain deep in her heart.
Her hand gently brushed his wound, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
She knew that this knife wound was only one centimeter away from his heart.
Once, she almost lost him.
At that time, she was in unbearable pain.
She thought that after the divorce, the scar would mean nothing to her.
But, it wasn’t like that.
The marriage shattered, but the past memories would not vanish because of it.
She stared at the scar for a long time, then took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, stood up, and found one of Henry Sullivan’s shirts to put on him.
Afterwards, she called the dry cleaner’s staff to come and take the dirty clothes for dry cleaning.
As she returned from the doorway, Hunter Warren’s hands were waving erratically.
Faye went forward, only to hear him muttering, "Give me water."
Faye quickly helped him and poured the Hangover Soup into his mouth.
Hunter Warren once again faintly looked at her.
This time, he didn’t close his eyes to sleep but muttered, "Even in dreams, we meet, truly enemies, enemies."
Faye bit her lip and softly murmured, "Yes, we are enemies."
"Why, why can’t you just say sorry to me.
Is your pride that important?
So important that you can trample over me, is that it?"
Hunter Warren raised his hand and pinched her chin, "Why are you so ungrateful?"
"I didn’t do anything wrong, why should I apologize."
Faye smiled slightly, "Apologizing is something someone who made a mistake would do."
Hunter Warren twitched and turned sideways, causing both of them to roll onto the white carpet by the sofa.
He pressed down on her, his gaze almost ferocious, "Are you... that noble?
Not at all, you’re despicable, despicable..."
As Hunter spoke, his head slowly drooped onto her shoulder.
She heard him mutter the words "despicable" until his breathing evened out.
Lying beneath him, Faye couldn’t hold back any longer, and for a moment tears streamed down her face.
She’s despicable? So, in his heart, in his eyes, that’s how she exists.
She repeatedly dreamed dreams that didn’t belong to her, only to be startled awake again and again.
She took a deep breath and pushed him forcefully away.
Standing up from his side, she looked down at him condescendingly.
"Yes, I’m despicable, so from now on, Second Master Warren,
please don’t have any entanglements with me anymore.
I’ve already hated myself to death for not being able to be heartless to you.
So, don’t force me anymore."
After saying this, she picked up her phone and walked to the balcony to make a call.
Soon, Zenia Yates’s voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hello, Faye, I really didn’t expect that you would take the initiative to call me.
Faye, do you know how happy I am?"
Faye’s eyes were cold and she smiled alluringly, but the smile didn’t reach her heart.
"Zenia, don’t pretend with me.