Amos Granger's eyes shot wide open when he heard footsteps approaching him from far away. It was already morning.
"It's me!1' Harley Louis walked over quickly. ''It took me a lot of time to find you. It's good that you're still alive."
Amos’ dark eyes dimmed a little.
"Are you seriously injured? Are you okay?" Harley spoke as he gathered Amos' tattered clothes. Amos had several deep wounds inflicted on the vital parts of his body. Fortunately he carried some special medication with him, otherwise he probably would have died.
With a serious look, Harley said in a deep voice, "They will really do whatever it takes to kill you!"
"Good that you know." Amos pushed Harley's helping hand away and tried buttoning his shirt.
An ambiguous mark was left on Amos’ body. Harley grabbed Amos’ hand and asked, "What's this?"
Upon inspecting the mark, Harley realised that it was a hickey. He immediately jumped up. "The Granger family is really ruthless. Not only did they stab you until you can't move anymore, they actually sent a woman to seduce and insult you. They knew that you hate women, yet they deliberately do it to make you feel disgusted! Where did she touch you?"
Amos knitted his brows as he recalled last night's incident carefully. 'Disgust him? If they really wanted to insult him that way, they would not have sent such a woman here. Plus it was the woman’s first time last night, and...1
Amos suddenly remembered the addictive pleasure he had last night and how intoxicated the woman made him feel. His eyes quickly lit up in desire.
Harley was frightened when Amos did not say anything.
"Please don't tell me...? Did you really...?"
Harley remembered the last time when a woman recklessly touched Amos' finger, his whole body was covered with rashes and it took a very, very long time before he got well. If he really slept with a woman, it's really bad news.
"Are you really alright? Do you have rashes? Oh no, I forgot to bring the medicine. Don't worry, I'll remember this and take revenge for you in the future!" Harley started blabbering.
"Shut up!" Amos helplessly stared at Harley, "Send me to the hospital now!"
Harley just remembered that Amos’ wounds were more serious than the rashes.
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