To be honest, Felicia regretted it the e moment she said those words.
She didn’t know what happened in Maurice’s past to make him the way he was. She didn’t know what kind of harm his father, stepmother, or siblings had inflicted on him. As an outsider, she had no right to judge him,
What drove her tosh out like that was her anger over Carmen’s death. Whether directly or indirectly, her death was tied to Maurice. Felicia had let her emotions take the wheel, and the words came slipping out.
But words were like spilled milk–there was no taking back.
Maurice’s expression darkened in an instant. His brown eyes glimmered with an unnatural light, the red mole by his eye standing out like a drop of blood on snow. His handsome face was stone cold as he gave off an air of hostility around him. novelbin
At the same time, all of his men turned their furious res on Felicia. Even the four who had once been assigned to protect her looked ready to draw blood
The air around them went still, making the atmosphere feel all the more oppressive.
Felicia didn’t move, but internally, she sighed. For a fleeting moment, she had seen something in Maurice’s <b>eyes</b>–an ache that mirrored her own. Yet no matter how brief it was and how well he <b>had </b>kept it hidden, in that brief instance, Felicia realized they shared a simr kind of pain.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before <b>she </b>could, Maurice burst intoughter. It was loud, unrestrained, and jarring like he was trying to drown out the echoes of his own bitterness.
Despite theugh sounding wild and unrestrained, to Felicia’s ears, it carried an undertone of emptiness. It was as if he was mocking not just her but himself too.
She felt a headacheing on. <b>She </b>wasn’t the type to be confrontational. If anyone knew how much words could wound, it was her. Sometimes, a few careless sentences cut deeper <b>than </b>any <b>knife</b>.
She wanted to make things right but didn’t know how
While she was still mulling it over, Maurice seemed to have returned to his usual <b>self</b>. The mask was back in ce, smooth and unshakeable, leavi trace of the vulnerability she glimpsed earlier.
<b>His </b>gaze shifted to the Fuller couple pinned to the ground. His lips curved <b>into </b>a half–smile, teasing but unreadable as he said, “You want me to let them go? Fine. But you’ll have to agree to one condition.”
“What condition?”
Felicia’s instinct told her it wasn’t going to be easy. She braced herself<b>, </b><b>half</b>–expecting him to demand something impossible or cruel
Before Maurice could respond, the Fuller couple started shouting “Licial Do
Their voices were cut off abruptly as someone gagged them.
listen to him! Leave us and run! Hurry up and get–mmph!”
Felicia massaged the bridge of her nose in frustration and asked, “Just name it. What’s your condition?”
To her surprise, Maurice didn’t <b>y </b>any of the <b>cards </b>she had anticipated. Instead, he satzily on a
<b>rock</b>, tilted his head to expose the scratch marks on his neck, and <b>said</b>, “Treat my wounds<b>.</b>”
Was that all?
Felicia <b>froze</b><b>, </b>caught off <b>guard</b>. <b>For </b>a moment, she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.
The man before her was Maurice Glovers, a man known for his ruthlessness<b>, </b>unpredictability, and the kind of madness that made him downright terrifying. When did he start making requests this <b>reasonable</b><b>! </b>
Regardless, she wasn’t about to question her luck.
Felicia <b>quickly </b>pulled herself together, worried he might change his mind. She stepped <b>forward</b>, pulled out a first aid kit from her backpack, and started cleaning his wounds.
She had to admit that Myra had done quite a number on hm. <b>A </b>woman’s nails could be as sharp as knives when she was desperate, and this was proof. The scratches had torn through his skin, leaving live deep, bloody lines. Dirt had gotten into the cuts, making the wounds look even worse. Treating them meant getting close–really <b>close</b>.