"No, that's not what I meant. You can sleep here! But first, go clean up; your robe is dirty," Melissa Ernest explained, glancing at his sleepwear."Mm." Frederic Howard glanced at the bloodstain on his robe from carrying her earlier. Normally, he had a severe case of cleanliness; if anyone touched his clothes, he would discard them immediately. But with Melissa Ernest, everything was an exception. He merely gave it a light glance, without even frowning, and then casually turned around, picked up another set of sleepwear, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.When he came out, he saw Melissa Ernest curled up, looking as if she felt insecure. He walked over in large strides."Melissa, does it hurt a lot?" he asked softly, his brows furrowed with concern."Mm, it always hurts like this. Go rest. I'll be fine by morning," Melissa Ernest whispered, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible."Hold on for a bit. I'll be right back," Frederic Howard said, tucking her in and making
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