Leah was startled by his words, her cold and beautiful face flushed crimson, and she bit her lip in mock anger, "Your usual behavior is all a facade."
"What is my usual behavior?" The man was in a cheerful mood, his coarse fingertip gently lifted her sweat-drenched dark hair, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and said deeply, "Tell me, hmm?"
For the first time, Leah realized she was still too young and naive. Never underestimate a man, especially one who is paralyzed.
The next day when she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. As Leah got out of bed, her legs were weak, and she almost fell.
Downstairs, the Shaw family was already up; Richard Shaw was accompanying the old lady, listening as she chatted away, appearing quite silent and dutiful.
