It was unlucky to talk about death.
Margaret frowned and said, "You are my man. You have to work for me. Did I let you die?"
"No!"
Julian replied obediently. Only then did Margaret feel a little satisfied.
"I am your boss. Only I can make decisions for you. Remember that you have already sold yourself to me."
She should hit those people in the Jorgansen's. What a pity!
When she gave birth to the child, she would kick their ass!
She would hit them ten times!
It was mild that she only hit them once or twice.
"Alright. I know that you are my boss."
Julian patted his shoulder and said, "Boss, hurry up and put the ointment on."
"It sounds like he takes her as a servant. Is she a servant?" Margaret thought.
Could he talk to her in a proper way?
Although she didn't like his words, she felt sad when she saw the wound on his back.
She lowered her head and seriously put the ointment on his back.
While doing, she complained.
