Is the pain the same?
She pulled back her hand and didn't strike.
Cole O'Connell reached out and opened the drawer, pressing her down and spreading her legs again.
"Cole, I'm still hurting..." Yulia O'Connell thought he was about to start again, pushing back with her hands trying to retreat.
"Don't move, a little ointment and it won't hurt," Cole said, holding her firmly, as his fingertips gently rotated slowly.
Yulia's face turned bright red, and she covered her face with a pillow!
"I'll have the butler bring your meal up..." Cole's charming face showed a trace of amusement.
"Young Master... Young Master, the old lady is here; she's downstairs!" The butler urgently knocked on the door.
Cole's recently relaxed expression immediately darkened. He had warned everyone not to leak the news of Yulia stealing documents, yet the old lady had come so quickly.
"Stay upstairs," Cole kissed the corner of her mouth, turning to head downstairs.
