Niamh suddenly opened her beautiful eyes that were gradually recovering consciousness. Cold water droplets dripped from her curled eyelashes, falling silently on the back of her hands.
Although Kendrick’s voice was inaudible, Niamh heard it.
Niamh.
‘What intimate affection. Kendrick, I used to wish you could call me like that.
‘But all those expectations and wild wishes of mine have long been torn to pieces along with my heart. They can no longer be put together.’
…
The next day, Niamh woke up and found herself sleeping on Kendrick’s bed. Much to her surprise, the clothes she was wearing had been changed. She was now wearing a loose bathrobe and was naked inside!
She got up suddenly and saw the obvious mole on her slightly exposed left chest. She quickly gripped the loose neckline.
What had happened?
When did she fall asleep last night? When did she change her clothes? She had no recollection of it at all.
If Kendrick had changed her out of her dress, then he must have seen the mole on her chest…
Click.
The door was pushed open just then and Kendrick walked in elegantly, already well dressed. He did not seem to be in the disoriented state he was in when he accompanied her in the bathtub last night. At this moment, he was charismatic—still the noble, elegant, and unattainable President Waldburg.
After Kendrick walked in, his slender eyes glanced vaguely at Niamh’s hand that was gripping tightly at her neckline. He parted his thin lips slightly, “You’re awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?”
Niamh steadied her emotions and looked at him calmly, “When did I fall asleep last night?”
“Around early morning,” he answered naturally.
“Were you the one who changed my clothes?”
He met her questioning eyes openly. “Don’t worry, I don’t have the habit of taking advantage of others. I helped you put on the bathrobe first, only then did I take off the soaked dress.”
Niamh looked at Kendrick dubiously and smiled a little. “Then, please leave first. Let me wash up.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I have all the new toiletries and clothes ready for you.”
“Thanks.”
“We don’t need to be so courteous toward each other. You’ll soon be the lady of this house.” He smiled faintly before turning around and walking out.
Niamh sat on the bed, thinking for a moment. After that, she changed into the clothes that Kendrick had prepared before she went to the bathroom to wash up.
She pulled open her neckline. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the mole on her left chest in the mirror.
What he said just now should be true. Otherwise, he would have questioned her angrily. How could he have kept his composure?
If he knew that she was still alive, he would definitely settle her quickly. He would have never kept silent.
This was not his style of doing things.
Niamh relaxed after thinking about this.
After washing up, Niamh went downstairs and found that breakfast was ready.
The dining hall had already been tidied and cleaned up. There was none of the red wine or dishes that were spilled on the ground from last night.
Kendrick pulled the chair for her chivalrously and both of them sat down facing each other.
He took a sip of milk gracefully. Seeing Niamh eating her breakfast calmly, he opened his mouth slightly and said, “Although I’ve already tried to avoid the possibility of offending you last night, I still inadvertently saw a mark on a certain part of your body.”
Niamh suddenly stopped in the middle of picking up the milk as her heart skipped a beat.
What did he mean? Was he implying that he had actually seen the mole on her chest? Did he know she was his damned ex-wife?
Despite feeling surprised on the inside, Niamh still maintained an elegant and calm smile.
She lifted her picturesque brows and showed a slightly confused expression. “Is there a special mark on my body? How come I don’t know of it? So, what did you see?” she asked calmly, but her heartbeat had started to become tense.
His deep black eyes were looking at her own as his lips curled up slightly. “There’s a pale pink butterfly at the back of your left waist.”
His low, husky voice carried the languidness and casualness of the early morning hours.
“I think it should be a birthmark.”
Niamh quietly heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing his answer. She curled her lips and smiled faintly. “It’s a birthmark.”
“A very special birthmark.”
“So what if it’s special? I was still abandoned by my biological parents.” Niamh lowered her gaze and ate her breakfast quietly.
The morning halo shone through the glass window and scattered on her sweet, elegant face. Her dense eyelashes fluttered gently with the blinking of her eyes. There was an unspeakable sense of loneliness hidden deep in her flowy and beautiful eyes.
For some reason, Kendrick could not help but feel a pang of pain in his chest as he watched the woman in front of him looking down silently.
The smile on his face disappeared while his expression became much more solemn. “You said previously that your parents lost you due to their neglect and took in the wrong child. Have you looked for them over the years?”
“I found them,” Niamh replied without looking up, “But they much prefer that phony now. As for me…”
Niamh laughed a little sarcastically. “As for me, they don’t even want to see me, let alone acknowledge me.”
There was a long silence after her voice fell.
After breakfast, Kendrick sent Niamh back to her apartment.
Felipe had waited for Niamh all night. Seeing that she was finally back, he quietly let go of the worry in his heart.
Niamh did not tell Felipe that she had been drugged last night, for fear that he would worry.
However, Felipe still noticed that the outfit Niamh was wearing was not the same one she wore when she went out yesterday.
“Did you stay with him all night?” Felipe asked tentatively.
Niamh made an excuse, saying, “I stayed there to piss Nevaeh off.”
“You slept in his room? You two—”
“No.” Niamh interrupted, her tone becoming colder. “I’ll never let him touch me again. How could I still have expectations for a man who drove me to hell?”
She curled her lips. Her dimples looked sweet, but the smile that she revealed was full of mockery.
“Felipe, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then, that’s good.” Once the worry in Felipe’s eyes faded, they then regained their former fluid tenderness. He held her hand gently. “Although it’s fake, it still makes me uncomfortable to see you staying with him.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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