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That night, Liam didn’t return to the master bedroom to sleep. He stayed in
his study.
Nina Dawson, impatient from waiting, came out and ranted at me again.
She blamed me for not winning Liam’s heart during the two years I was his wife, forcing her to endure this cold, loveless situation now.
I couldn’t care less about her complaints. Instead, I made my way to the
study.
Maybe he was sensing that Nina wasn’t me, or perhaps he was worried about her having some hidden agenda, which was why he wasn’t sleeping
with her.
Whatever the reason, Liam was now my only chance to avoid having my
body destroyed.
Any more delays, and I might be reduced to nothing but dust.
Liam was leaning back on the sofa, reviewing some business reports.
I floated close, looking at the scar on his ear.
That scar was his most sensitive spot. Once, I accidentally touched it, and he grabbed my wrist so fast I thought he’d break it.
That was the only time he’d ever laid a hand on me. It scared me so much that I avoided getting too close to him for a while.
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It was Mr. Barrett who later told me the story.
When Liam was a teenager, living with his mother abroad, they had a hard life. To help with the family’s financial struggles, he’d started doing odd jobs
after school.
One night, while walking home late, he crossed paths with a notorious
serial killer who collected victims‘ ears as trophies.
Liam had been tortured in a basement, and just as the killer was about to cut off his ear, the police arrived and rescued him in the nick of time.
Since then, his ear had become an untouchable topic.
After hearing that, I never again mistook his reaction for abuse.
I blew on the scar lightly, but he didn’t react.
Frustrated, I took a deep breath, focused, and blew harder. This time, his hand hesitated as he flipped a page.
He turned, looking in my direction.
Excited, I waved my hand in front of his face. “Liam! Can you feel me?”
His expression was serious as he glanced around, his gaze resting on where I stood. Then he shook his head and muttered, “She’s asleep in the bedroom. Why does it feel like she’s right next to me?”
He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “I must be under too much pressure lately.”
