"Does it hurt?" He smiled at her, calm and indifferent, as he gently placed his hand back over her eyes. "Will you dare to run away again?"
Her eyes were filled with anger, tears, and uncontrollable hatred.
The hatred from a weak woman meant almost nothing to him. It was unlikely to sway any of his decisions, only causing a fleeting moment of bitterness in his heart, a feeling that passed almost instantly.
In the distance, hurried footsteps approached. It was Tilly Flower, having rushed over upon hearing the news.
She saw the scene unfolding not far away, her face changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward, grabbing the bodyguard's wrist. Turning her head, she addressed Philip Shaw, "Young Master Shaw, Norris is my person, grant me this favor."
