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Chad averted his eyes, which were swollen with tears, and continued.

"He is actually the...captain of the 14th team of the National Investigation Bureau. At that day there was an emergency order from the bureau. Such an order is only made when something serious happens, but he didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, and wanted to do one last thing for you. So he asked for a three-day delay. And the injury he had is the punishment for disobeying the order.” Family unrest was not trivial. Being inattentive wold lead to serious consequences. Delaying for a day would make face the risk of power being taken away. It was not a simple matter.

But Melvin would rather be punished for her sake and postpone it for three days.

Chad hid his heartbroken feeling and continued, "Thirty times of whipping. It stopped until he vomited blood. Finally it was the executor who can't bear it in his heart and only did twenty times." Lyra looked at the bloody clothes in her hands, being puzzled.

"What kind of whip is it that can cause so many blood? Only twenty times and he's hurt like this. And he vomited blood?!" "It's not an ordinary whip. It's embedded with gold wire. The body is covered with tiny barbs. Only a light swinging can cut the skin. And the executive did it at all strength. One whipping can cut into the flesh. Because of the injury, there was less place left to the whipping. And the last five all landed on the back of his waist ... " Chad couldn't say any more. He was angry and distressed at the stime.

Lyra didn't even dare to think about it. Only the description of it could make her feel painful.

He already had an injury on his back, how did he resist such a heavy punishment? No wonder he had an accident this time. With his serious injured body, he still wanted to kill for her. He really did not want to live atall.

She clutched the blood-soaked shirt. And her knuckles were pinched until they turned white, and the tip of her nose began to sour again.

But in front of Chad, she forced the tears back.

Chad looked at her. Although she already knew the truth, and looked sad, she did not cry finally. Seeing this, Chad deeply felt that his boss was not worthy of doing this for her.

His boss fell in love with such a desperate woman. That was the sadness of his boss.

But as a subordinate and bystander, he had no right to accuse Lyra of doing the wrong thing.

He sighed and said in as smooth a tone as possible.

"In fact, | cover today to say goodbye to you. I'm leaving. I'm his subordinate. Now he died. | have to go to work with the new boss. In the future ... I'm afraid | will not return to Frayton. Miss Lyra, take care. " Lyra just looked at him and didn't say anything.

Chad lowered his sad eyes and turned toward the door. He just took two steps away, and then felt reluctant.

"No one is born knowing how to love. He thought Charlotte was kind to him and forced himself to like her. He didn't realize he actually fell in love with you in the marriage. Even when Charlotte seduced him, he never gave in." "The tyou jumped out of the plane, it was Fred who did it under false pretenses. He didn't know about it and searched for you in the mountains for most of a month. He was chased by Mr. Collin. And what he got was your revenge, humiliation and torture." "Every twhen you were in danger, he was taking his life to save you. When he was bullied by you, abused by you, he never had a word of complaint. He put down the pride as a man. He atoned humbly every day. Are you ... not moved a little?" Chad's words pierced her heart like tens of thousands of steel needles.

The pain was so severe that no part of the body or limb was painless.

She bit her lower lip which caused a row of blood marks. Her strong sense of guilt and self-blhad almost drowned her.

"I'm...sorry ..." Her voice was hoarse as she uttered those words.

Chad sighed again, restrained his strange emotions and walked out, closing the door for her in the process.

When he was gone, Lyra took the bloodied shirt into her arms. Her tears were welling up in her eyes, and she cried until she lost her voice.

She recalled to the day when they returned from the abandoned construction site.

He was sitting upright in the car, and it turned out to be too painful to lean on the back cushion at all.

When going up the stairs, he was holding the railing step by step. There was an injury on the back. Every step he took and the injury would be pulled, right? For the first tin a long time, he did not cback immediately to cook, but slept with excuse of being sleepy. She was afraid that at that this body was almost to the limit.

She pounded her chest heavily with chagrin. Each tear hitting the floor was with unspeakable heartache and grief.

Jesus.

If the pain was not so extrand unbearable, how could he show so many weak points, but she didn't even know ...

That night, he endured the severe pain, hugged her into his arms boldly, and was obsessed with the warmth of her body.

But what had she done? Not only did she icily push him out, she even said something hurtful ...

Chad was right. He never complained about her cruelty to him.

He would put down all his pride and pray to her more humbly.

He said "No...just lethold it for a while. Just this once ..." He said "Don't, beg you..." It was so excruciating that his breath trembled, but he still greedily clung to her embrace and refused to let go.

Why didn't he tell her when he was injured so badly? Was it because he was afraid she'll feel guilty? Afraid she'll lift the employment agreement for it? What an idiot! Lyra curled up in the recliner, completely emotionally broken. Her body ached like her liver and intestines were cut into inches..

"Mel..." Her voice was already too hoarse from crying to make a sound, and she repeated her shout wordlessly.

He was envious of her calling Anthony intimately before. From now on, she would only call him Mel, okay? Can he hear it? She locked herself in Melvin's room for three whole days, without eating, drinking or sleeping.

No matter how much Eleven and the others knocked on the door and tried to persuade her, she ignored them.

Her body can not withstand such torment even for a strong man.

Eleven and several other bodyguards were very worried, but there was nothing they can do to her, so they call Keith.

Keith forced open the door to the second floor room, but the room was empty, and there was the sound of ticking water in the bathroom.

He cto the bathroom. As soon as he turned on the light, the floor was full of wretched empty bottles of spirits with high alcohol content.

When did she empty the alcohol cabinet? Did Eleven not know about it? Keith's eyes finally settled on the slender woman.

Lyra was leaning against the wall under the shower, still wearing the black dress when she went to the funeral that day. Her body was drenched. And her eyes were swollen and her face was red but haggard.

Why was she so drunk? He knew his sister's alcohol tolerance well, and she was clearly never drunk.

Keith's eyes were red with pain and he went up to her and took her into his arms, only to find that she was hot.

Was this a fever? "Lyra? Lyra!" He gently patted her cheek and prepared to carry her out.

Lyra was awake.

Feeling herself lying in a broad embrace, she subconsciously grabbed the man's cuff, and her hazel eyes suddenly saw a familiar face.

"Melvin, is that you? You're not dead, are you? You lied toagain, didn't you?" Keith's heart ached and he gently coaxed, "Lyra, I'm not Melvin. I'm Keith." Not Melvin? She rubbed her eyes and her vision gradually cleared.

After thoroughly seeing that it was Keith, her tears cout once again and she broke down and cried.

"Keith! He's dead! He died for... he was so badly injured. He had to go fight for me, and | even pushed him away to hurt him again and again. It's all my fault. It'swho hurt him. What should | do!? How am | going to pay him back ..." MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1