"Follow me." Jay said.
Rose and Josephine were like two innocent kids, walking behind Jay with bowed heads and shrugged shoulders.
Jay came to the front door and stretched out his slender finger to unlock the fingerprint lock. After pressing a few keys on it, he turned around and took Rose’s hand, pressing her finger on the fingerprint lock.
"From now on, use the front door," Jay said gloomily and coldly.
"Yes." Rose was surprised that he actually registered her fingerprint into the fingerprint lock. Was he not afraid that she would come back to investigate his secrets at any time?
It was not until the lights were turned on and after he sat on the sofa that Rose realized that there were small thorns all over the back of Jay's left hand. It was a ghastly sight.
If it was a pair of rough-skinned hands, perhaps Rose would not feel as sorry, but Jay’s hands were very charming. His fingers were slender, the joints well-proportioned. Plus, they were so fair. They were hands that were even more beautiful than that of a piano master's.
"Sir Ares, are you hurt?" Rose called out frantically.
"It doesn't matter," Jay said.
Josephine suggested, saying, "Should we use rubbing alcohol to disinfect the wounds?"
"It'll hurt!" Rose blurted out.
Josephine's foot kicked Rose fiercely under the table. Rose immediately stood up in pain.
"I'll go get the rubbing alcohol!” Rose stammered.
Gritting her teeth, Josephine said, "Take more."
Rose looked at Josephine.
Josephine's gaze had a deeper meaning. 'He was unkind to you, so you should be unrighteous to him. 1
'Don’t f*cking get confused just because you're looking at someone beautiful!’
Rose turned around and went upstairs...
The two siblings, Jay and Josephine, were left in the living room.
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