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Out of the elevator, the driver brought the car to us.
As soon as we got in, Zachary raised the partition.
Isolating the back seat.
I felt a bit uneasy.
When Zachary’s hand reached out to me, I instinctively grabbed it hard, looking at him coldly.
Showing undisguised disgust at Zachary’s touch.
It was a kind of self–protective awareness bred from long–term exposure to a dangerous environment.
In the silence, I realized my disguise had slipped.
As I was thinking about how to give a reasonable explanation, Zachary spoke:
“What, afraid I’ll hit you?”
“Have I ever hit you?”
There was no anger, no questioning, just a smile with a hint of helplessness.
I was stunned for a few seconds, then shook my head and let go.
Zachary pulled me closer, holding my face to expose my neck:
“Let me see if it’s bleeding. Do we need to get you a rabies shot?”
Hearing him call his own brother a dog, I couldn’t help but laugh softly.
I noticed Zachary’s hand pause.
I looked up and saw his gaze move from my neck to my face, watching silently.
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I blinked, looking puzzled.
A few seconds later, I heard Zachary sigh very softly, his fingers touching my hair:
“Lily, this kind of thing won’t happen again.”
I put on that obedient look again, nuzzling Zachary’s palm.
After what just happened, I decided to rely on Zachary.
Harrison’s craziness was too likely to c
I put on that obedient look again, nuzzling Zachary’s palm.
After what just happened, I decided to rely on Zachary.
Harrison’s craziness was too likely to cause trouble.
