James Mason's fingers were already bleeding. Elaine stood by and called out nervously, "Young Master..."
James Mason silently looked at his fingertip, where there was a row of teeth marks. He knew that if Iris Harris used a little more strength, she might really bite off his finger.
After all, she was so angry and desperate at this moment.
However, she did not do it.
James Mason raised his hand and licked the area that was bleeding. There was a taste of blood and the bitterness of tears. He let out a silent laugh.
What a fool.
People are too soft-hearted, which is why they always get hurt.
He couldn't turn back anymore at this point.
After taking the medicine, Iris Harris's body visibly softened, and her stiff muscles slowly relaxed. Her eyes became confused as the effects of the drug took hold quickly. James Mason reached out to hold her and then gently laid her on the bed.
The medicine had a sedative effect, and she soon fell asleep.
"Young Master."
