Milan sighed: 'Tyson, go back and rest. You're tired enough today." He raised his hand again, looking at the watch on his wrist: 'You have to go to the department tomorrow, right? It's already this late, you're still hanging around here, and you still have to sleep for a few more hours."

Oh my god… he suddenly became warm, perhaps others would find it difficult to feel Milan's warmth, although Tyson felt that Milan's attitude had completely changed, he still felt warm in his heart.


Outsiders only knew Milan was domineering and powerful, extremely arrogant, in fact only between friends could one know, Milan's warmth, outsiders could not feel.

Tyson suddenly looked at the woman lying on the bed, a possibility appeared in his heart. Then, he turned his head to look at the man with a cold face… no, right?

Milan's warmth?


Milan's warmth?

Also for Ashley?


"You..." Tyson started and stopped.

"What?"

"Don't bully her anymore." Finally, the thought suddenly jumped into his mind, Tyson hid it in his heart, still not saying it.

He understood Milan's personality too well, a stubborn, obstinate, arrogant person like him if he told that stubborn person, that he had fallen in love with Ashley.

The consequence was... Ashley would be in even more trouble.

Think about it, Milan's personality was very arrogant, if he found out that he had fallen in love with Ashley, and Ashley was the person he had locked up in prison for three years, would Milan accept this fact?

Not.

Tyson understood Milan's personality too well.

Moreover, Tyson had just thought of it, perhaps, he had guessed wrong?

'Don't bully her anymore… I mean, her body has been damaged a lot, if she is tortured a few more times, there is no need to send her to the hospital, just send her directly to hell."

'If you hate her so much that you want to torture her, want to take revenge on her for killing Gina, then at least, you should let her body recover first, let her keep this life, right?"

Tyson felt that he had said enough, if he said too much, it would be counterproductive, then waved his hand: 'Then, I'll go first. I still have to go to the ward tomorrow. I have to go back and get enough sleep."

Tyson left, and the room suddenly became silent, Tyson's voice was gone, and the hospital at night, really had a strange feeling of silence.

This feeling of silence, and the feeling of being alone at home in the dark, was completely different.

Milan took a chair and sat down by the hospital bed.

His attention fell on Ashley's forehead.

The wound that she had bandaged before, then let down her bangs to cover it, was finally seen by him.

Tyson said, this wound was a new wound placed on top of the old wound, the new wound was only a few days ago, and the old wound, was from a long time ago.

Suddenly, memories flooded back, to when he met her at the Paradise Club, no matter when or where, the wound on her forehead, was carefully covered by her hair. He still felt ugly, not understanding how she could have such a hairstyle. Once again, he felt that maybe it was because she had to have this hairstyle in prison that Ashley was used to it.

His slender fingers pushed her hair aside, revealing the wound.

This wound, if it were a professional doctor, Tyson would say: oh my god, how could any woman in this world endure so many ugly scars on her body?

His slender fingers, instead of touching the wound on her forehead, slowly placed on her cheek, little by little sliding down her face, gliding over each patch of skin.

The skin under the feeling of his fingers, was very rough, not smooth at all, clearly only in her twenties, but her body, every part, showed the humiliation of the years.

The finger slid up her untouched eyebrows, it should be said, that her eyebrows, could still see Ashley from three years ago, then he stroked down her two eye bags and, finally, stroked down her lips, the feeling was very rough, completely not the smoothness of the lips of a girl in her twenties… really, every part of her body was engraved with the mark of the years.

His observation gradually stopped, placed on her body, he was thinking if he could open her body to see the parts inside, those parts would also be engraved with the humiliation of the years.

The phone rang, and Milan picked up, 'What's the matter?"

'Boss, how should we deal with Giselle?"

'Make her disappear, I don't want to see her anymore." Ashley was right, he was a wolf, wolves were carnivores and blood drinkers.

'Okay, Boss."

Christian didn't hesitate, preparing to hang up.

Suddenly.

'Wait."

'Do you have anything else to tell me?"

The man glanced at the unconscious woman lying on the bed, paused for a moment, then picked up the phone: 'Lock her up first. Don't kill her."

Christian was stunned, and quickly replied: 'Okay, Boss."

Christian glanced at the trembling girl at his feet, then said to the two bodyguards standing in front of him: 'The boss said, lock her up first, don't torture her."

Giselle's face turned pale, she clung to Christian's leg and begged: "Why did you lock me up? Didn't Ashley beg for forgiveness on my behalf? Why do you still want to keep me?"

Christian was too lazy to explain to this silly girl, did she think she would be treated so well?

Compared to Boss's previous decision, did she still have a chance to be locked up?

"Ashley... did she beg for forgiveness on my behalf? Did she leave?"

"Let go." Christian became even colder.

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Ashley slept, she slept until the afternoon before waking up, either she was too tired, or she had a high fever, and her body was very weak.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling, at this moment she was still half awake, not knowing where she was.

"Are you awake?"

Milan's voice suddenly rang out.

Ashley suddenly felt a shiver, and unconsciously turned her head, beside the bed, the elegant man was leaning on the chair, holding a document in his hand.

When Ashley looked over, at this moment, the narrow phoenix eyes of the man who was looking at the document also looked up, and glanced at her: "Are you hungry?"

After asking, he retracted his gaze and then looked down at the document in his hand.