Chapter 195
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Chapter 195
Edgar raised his head to look at her, his thin lips curling into a flattering smile. Grace stared deeply at him, her gaze piercing.
Tonight, he truly deserved punishment. If she didnât teach him a lesson, she would feel unsatisfied. She extended her hand and placed it in front of him. âGive me the belt.â
Edgar didnât hesitate and swiftly untied the metal buckle, handing it over to her. Then, he turned around, giving her his back.
Graceâs entire body trembled, and she folded the belt in half, her eyes filled with determination But just as she was about to swing the belt, her gaze involuntarily fell on the palm-sized burn mark on his back.
The flesh was bright red, and the wounds were fierce, drawing attention.
This injury was caused by him shielding her, otherwise, it would have been her face.
As this realization struck her, Graceâs heart grew complicated. She sighed silently, her whole being deflating.
Did she really start to feel sorry for him?
This feeling made her uncomfortable.
The three years she spent in the Fallen family were like hell. She never experienced the slightest warmth. After the divorce, she witnessed Edgarâs change and sincerity in her eyes.
Butâ
She would never walk the same old path again!
She tried to dismiss these thoughts and emotions, but in the end, it was she who got hurt.
Her grip on the belt tightened, her hands trembling as if she had made a decision. With gritted teeth.
she swung the belt forcefully.
Slap!
A crisp sound echoed in the room. Grace aimed the blow away from the wound in the middle of his back, leaving a deep red and swollen mark on the smooth, honey-colored skin beside it.
Edgar remained motionless, not uttering a word or even flinching. Only the muscles all over his body subconsciously tightened, as if he couldnât feel the pain.
Grace stared at the red mark she had left, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the wound in the middle of his back. The sight of the bl oody injury burned into her eyes.
Suddenly, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed her, and she couldnât endure it a second time.
âPut on your clothes and leave!â She stomped her foot on his shoulder and tossed the bell back to him.
âGet out, Iâm tired. Iâll deal with you tomorrow.â
With those words, she lifted the quilt and retreated to the bed, turning her back to Edgar.
Caught off guard, Edgar stag gered slightly. Slowly, he fastened his belt and retrieved the shirt and suit from the dressing table. Since the bandage was removed, wearing them directly would soil the clothes, so he held them in his hands.
When he glanced back, he saw Grace lying on the bed, still wearing her coat. It couldnât be comfortable to sleep like that.
âGrace, youâre still wearing your coat. It wonât be comfortable for you to sleep,â he said.
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Grace secretly clenched her teeth. âI donât mind. Hurry up!â
Edgar didnât move, standing at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on her.
Sensing his stare, anger surged through Grace. She abruptly sat up, her face puffed up with anger.
Grabbing the pillow beside her, she hurled it at Edgar
âGet out!â
Edgar caught the pillow and placed it on the dressing table.
Undeterred, she threw another pillow.
Edgar effortlessly caught the second pillow, a gentle smile on his fare.
Grace was seething with anger and began hurling various items from the bedside table-tissue boxes, decorations, and books-at him.
But no matter what she threw, Edgar caught each item with ease, placing them neatly on the dressing table. The smile on his face seemed indulgent.
However, in Graceâs eyes, it felt like a provocation.
Her frustration reached its peak, and she rummaged through the bedside table, searching for something. Her hand finally settled on the lanp,
Seeing her intentions, Edgar quickly raised his hands in surrender. âDonât! I was wrong. Iâll leave.
immediately.
Grace glared at him fiercely until he closed the door and disappeared completely, then she placed. the lamp back on the table.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she retrieved the pillow she had thrown and proceeded to the bathroom to wash up.
The next morning, Grace remained silent throughout breakfast. Ignoring whatever Edgar said, she finished her meal quietly and headed to Angle.
Since she had handed Nick over to Edgar, all she had to do now was wait for the results.
Upon arriving at the office, she first called her elder brother, Chris, and shared the name of the potion Edgar mentioned the previous night.
Chrisâs response aligned with Edgarâs explanation.
Grace then contacted the Dark Bell organization to obtain a picture of the 540 strong corrosive agent.
that caused her skin injury. Since it was a laboratory drug, ordinary searches wouldnât yield any
results.
Ten minutes later, Dark Bell sent the picture to her. Carefully examining it, she confirmed that it indeed rese the injury on Edgarâs back.
So, was he telling the truth this time?
But if the injury didnât pose a threat to her life, why did Nick claim that he had resolved the situation with Edgar?
Grace had a nagging feeling that she had missed a crucial detail, but she couldnât quite recall it.
She called Eleven and instructed him, âDuring this period, secretly follow Edgar and report
his every move to me. Listen to what he has to say without exposing yourself.â
Although Eleven didnât understand the reason behind her request, he nodded in agreement.
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After Grace left, Edgar washed the dishes and tidied up the villa. Then, he headed to the outskirts to check on Nickâs situation.
As soon as Eric spotted him, he trotted over, his face beaming. âMr. Fallen, good morning.â
Edgar glanced at him. âHow is he?â
Eric shook his head. âHeâs not willing to explain anything. Heâs been gradually climbing up the ladder to become the Director of the Secret Investigation Office, so heâs quite stubborn.â
Edgarâs gaze turned cold as he looked toward the hut.
âNo matter how stubborn he is, I will make him yield. At the latest tomorrow, Iâll extract the truth from his mouth.â
âYes,â Eric respectfully replied, leaning closer to Edgarâs ear to whisper. âMr. Fallen, your intuition was correct. Thereâs something off about this Nineteen. Yesterday, he drove his car to the outskirts, got out, and disappeared for more than ten minutes. He only returned when Miss Grace drove away.â
Furrowing his brows, Edgar asked, âDo you know where he wea?â
Eric shook his head. âHeâs quite sly, and our people couldnât keep up with him.â
Edgar pursed his lips, deep in thought. With his dark eyes fixed on a paint in the distance, he made at decision. âAlright, Iâll leave it to you. Iâll return to Cloud View Villa.â
Upon reaching the villa, Edgar didnât head upstairs immediately. Instead, he made his way to the backyard.
Grace hadnât brought Nineteen to the company that day; she had left him at the villa. As Edgar arrived, Nineteen had just come downstairs from the surveilance post and was now washing his hands.
When he noticed Edgar approaching, a smile formed on his face. âMr. Fallen, what a coincidence!â
Edgarâs expression turned cold. âUnfortunately, I wasnât looking for a coincidence. I came to find.
you.â
Nineteenâs smile faded, and he regarded Edgar with growing seriousness.