เข้าสู่ระบบHearing the whine in his brother's voice, Julian glanced at his pale face. "Let me see," he said, reaching out to tilt Grayson's head and inspect the swelling."Wow. She's got some real strength on her." Julian's gentle brows rose, genuinely impressed."How many girls today hit that hard? Means she's not fragile. That's a good thing."Grayson: "..."Julian let go, his gentle expression full of approval for Isla."Brother, I'm your actual blood. Your own flesh and blood got assaulted, and this is your reaction?""Should I have the butler check if Isla's hand is sore instead?"Grayson's brow twitched with fresh irritation. He decided he was done talking.Seeing him go quiet with frustration, Julian offered gently, "All right, it's late. Go get some rest.""Not a chance. I'd rather sleep on the floor than go back down." Grayson loosened his tie and sprawled out on the floor, hands behind his head, the picture of someone very deliberately not caring.His handsome face looked thoroughly su
Sawyer stood there, visibly feeling the pressure. "Boss, are you angry because you caught Madam and Marcus together? Or because they're keeping a secret from you?" he asked carefully.Grayson's cold gaze swept over him, unfathomable and chilling.One look was all Sawyer needed. Both. But the second one is clearly bigger.The young mistress was sharing a secret with another man. Given how possessive the second young master was, he had every reason to be furious."Ahem. Boss, your brother's been moved home to recover, and, um...""Say it.""When are you going to tell him your true identity? When the young mistress ran into him at the hospital last time, he asked me about it. I'm not trying to gossip." Sawyer explained quickly to keep himself out of trouble.Grayson tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and thought for a moment. "Not yet.""Then he can't come downstairs?""I'll send him to Dr. Sutton's place to recuperate soon."Sawyer looked surprised. "Dr. Sutton's back?""Mm.""Good,
As dusk faded, Isla stirred awake.On the massive bed, her small frame occupied barely a corner of it, hair spread across the pillow, her face carrying a faint, uneasy tension even in sleep.She opened her eyes and found herself back in the bedroom.Her gaze swept the room, then settled on the wedding-quilt-covered bed beneath her.Isla pushed herself upright, brow furrowing in disgust, eyes still rimmed red as if his scent still clung to the sheets.She glanced down at her clothes freshly washed. No lingering discomfort. Checking her foot, she found the wound freshly dressed. The maid must have handled all this while I was out. I don't even remember.What Isla didn't know: Grayson had done every bit of it himself. The bath, the fresh bandages, carrying her to bed.Hair loose, Isla slipped on shoes and headed downstairs to find the butler."Butler.""Madam, what do you need?" He appeared instantly, approaching with practiced deference.Isla, hair falling down her back, pajama-clad, of
Isla scrambled out of the car and slammed the door behind her, chest heaving, hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped her bag.She didn't look back right away just stood there in the dirt lot, catching her breath, willing her pulse to slow.When she finally turned, Grayson had gotten out too, straightening his cuffs, composed again, not a single wrinkle out of place. Like the man who'd just threatened to do something unforgivable in that back seat hadn't existed at all.The sun beat down on the empty lot. The black SUV sat parked at the roadside, sleek and out of place against the weeds and cracked asphalt.Isla kept her back to him, unfocused eyes fixed on nothing, waiting for her body to stop trembling. Once the worst of it passed, she reached into her bag and pulled out the box of pills.Before she could even open it, it vanished from her hand.She spun around, glaring, to find Grayson holding it, expression unreadable.He rolled the window down and tossed the box straight out in
"Isla!" Grayson roared.The voice hit like ice water, sharp enough to shatter composure and instill real fear.Isla flinched at the shout but didn't back down. She stared him down, eyes red, refusing to fold under a man leveling accusations with zero evidence to back them.If he hadn't lost control yesterday, I never would've needed to buy this in the first place.Marcus helped me track down Grandma. He took a hit meant for me. We were exhausted and collapsed on the floor to catch our breath. And this is what he decides it means?Is there anything in that man's head that isn't filthy?"You don't need to shout. Do whatever you want to me, but leave him out of it. Not everyone operates the way you do." Isla held his gaze, forcing her fear down, meeting him head-on.Her wrists trembled, fingers aching she knew there was no clean way out of this.Marcus, equally disgusted by Grayson's domineering, unreasonable behavior, pushed himself upright, rubbing his shoulder where the pipe had conne
Isla hit the ground hard. Every joint screamed at once, pain radiating deep enough it felt like her organs had shifted places."Isla, are you okay?!" Marcus, spotting her fall, dropped his guard entirely, and paid for it instantly, catching a boot to the gut. The second man seized the opening, grabbing him from behind by the throat."Marcus, watch out!" Isla's warning came too late.Watching him get overpowered, dread flooded through her. She tried to push herself up and found her whole body had gone numb, no strength left to do anything but watch.Marcus, throat pinned, went cold and calculating for a half-second before twisting the wrist and elbow of the arm choking him, launching a sharp, precise counterattack.Gentle as he usually seemed, the man clearly had actual training behind him.Quick, decisive, no hesitation, he flipped the entire exchange in a heartbeat.The thug yelped and released his grip. Marcus drove an elbow hard into his stomach, neutralizing the threat instantly.







