“I really don’t need it.” Harper rejected him again, cutting off his words.
Logan’s hand, reaching out to help her, froze in mid-air.
“Thanks for your kindness,” Harper said politely yet distantly, “You’re Fiona’s husband, and I’m Fiona’s sister. It wasn’t right for me to bother you two before. Don’t worry, I’ll see the doctor myself.”
Logan looked at her, lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
“Goodbye.” Harper turned and left. Suddenly, she remembered something and turned back, only to see Logan looking at her with aplex gaze. It was a look she had never seen in his eyes before, and she was momentarily stunned.
Logan quickly averted his gaze and smiled at her, “What’s wrong?”
Harper gave him a curious look, then said, “I remember you also graduated from A University, right? Do you know how to find contact information for university ssmates?”
“The school keeps records of alumni. Who are you looking for?” Logan asked.
“I want to find contact information for a university ssmate,” Harper nodded, unsure if she could get the information from the school.
Her infamous reputation at A University was probably still widespread. The teachers probably still harbored deep resentment towards her.
Logan sensed her dilemma and gently said, “I’m going back to A University to give a speech in a few days. If you’re not in a hurry, I can get it for you. What’s the name of your ssmate?”
Harper wanted to refuse, but she wasn’t sure if she could get the information herself. And ze hadn’t given her a response yet…RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
“Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for you?”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Then thank you,” Harper said, “My ssmate’s name is Lena Abbott. I just want to know her contact information.”
“Okay, I’ll get it for you,” Logan nodded.
“Thanks, goodbye.” Harper nodded slightly at him and turned to leave.
As Harper walked away, Logan watched her retreating figure, his expression somewhatplicated. After a while, he leaned against the nearby wall, his gaze gradually dimming.
…
Walking in pain, Harper felt like every step was killing her.
“Hey!”
Harper looked up to see ze standing a few meters away.
‘Why hadn’t he left the hospital yet?’ She was startled, and Oliver’s beaten face shed in her mind. Reflexively, she nced back, but Logan was already gone from where he had been standing.
“What are you looking at?” ze walked up to her, his tone unfriendly.
“Nothing.”
Harper ignored him and continued walking forward, dragging her painful foot.
ze red at her fiercely, took a step forward, and effortlessly hoisted her onto his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
ze carried her all the way, attracting curious nces from passersby. Harper, feeling embarrassed, turned her head away.
ze carried her into the doctor’s office.
The doctor and two nurses stood there, nervously looking at ze.
ze sat Harper down on a chair and red at the doctor, “It’s her.”
“Yes, Mr. Wychwood. I’ve already prepared the medication. Let me take a look,” the doctor said, crouching down in front of Harper and examining her foot.
Harper listened and understood that ze had left earlier to find the doctor and get medication for her…
The doctor moved her foot, causing Harper to sweat from the pain, “Ouch, ouch, doctor, please be gentle.”
“Hey! Be gentle!” ze yelled at the doctor, his eyes shing with menace, “Or you’ll disappear from the medical field today!”
“Yes, yes, my mistake, my mistake. I’ll be gentle,” the doctor apologized repeatedly, sweating profusely, and then examined Harper’s foot more gently.
Harper felt sorry for the doctor who was being verbally abused and endured the pain.
ze grew even more dissatisfied and raised his foot as if to kick the doctor, “Look at her, enduring so much pain. You’re clearly a quack. Get your hospital director here!”
The doctor was scared.
“I’m not in pain,” Harper couldn’t bear it and looked at ze angrily, “Can’t you control your fists and feet? Always using violence.”
“How can you be so ungrateful? I’m doing this for your own good.”
“I don’t need you to use violence anyway.” Harper said coldly and turned her head away.
“You-” ze was once again infuriated. Instead of kicking the doctor, he kicked over the two chairs nearby, seething with anger.
“Uh, miss, try not to use that foot much in the next few days. Rest well,” the doctor said cautiously, observing the interaction between the two and showing admiration for Harper. This young girl dared to argue with someone like ze and even won. Impressive!
After bandaging her foot, ze arrogantly carried Harper out of the hospital.
On the way back to Sky Harbor, Harper didn’t say a word to ze. She stared out the window with a cold expression, refusing to even look at him.
ze grew increasingly angry.
As soon as they got out of the car, Harper pushed open the door and got out. ze lifted her back to the apartment and put her on the sofa. Just as he was about to speak, Harper stood up with a cold face again, stood on one foot, and hopped into the study.
‘Hop? Was she made of springs?’ ze was instantly furious and grabbed a pillow from the sofa, throwing it at a vase. The crystal vase shattered, and a few flower stems fell to the ground in disarray.
Dn followed from behind, quietly picking up the vase.
“Is Harper rebelling? Do I have to cater to her mood now?” ze roared in frustration, “Dn, drag her out and give her a beating!”
“Master, the contract explicitly states that Miss Shaw cannot be harmed. Otherwise, it would be a breach of contract.”
“Then drag her out and give her a scolding! She’s gone too far!” ze kicked chairs and knocked over floormps in anger, “Does she still expect me to apologize to her?”
Dn stood to the side, sighing softly, “Master, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say.”
“Spit it out!” ze replied impatiently.
“As far as I know, Miss Shaw doesn’t have many social connections and tends to live a rtively solitary life. She’s upset because of her editor’s husband was involved.” Dn exined calmly.
ze fell silent at this revtion. Indeed, Harper’s social life seemed sparse; he rarely saw her receive any phone calls.
“And you, today…” Dn observed ze’s expression, “were a bit out of line.”
“Why are you suddenly taking her side?” ze grumbled, “Go on, get out of here, you’re bothering me!”
“Understood, Master,” Dn replied respectfully before leaving.
ze nced towards the direction of the study, ‘Did I really go too far today? So what? I’m ze, am I supposed to apologize? At most… I’ll be the one to initiate a conversation with her.”‘
Meanwhile, Harper sat in the study, engrossed in her writing. The protagonist in her drawing was depicted as fierce and grim. She drew him being beaten up, hiding in a dark corner, secretly crying.
As she continued drawing, Harper’s mood improved slightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A loud banging on the door echoed through the room.
“Harper! Get out here and make lunch! I haven’t had breakfast!” ze shouted loudly as he continued to pound on the door.
‘Whose fault was it that he hadn’t had breakfast? Who inexplicably pushed me out of the car and who inexplicably beat someone into the hospital?’ Harper refused to open the door.
“Harper, you better take a look at the contract. Do you know the punishment for not cooking for me?” ze’s voice boomed.
The punishment for not cooking?
Harper opened a drawer and retrieved the contract. On the third page, it explicitly stated-
“If the Party B fails to provide meals for Party A, it shall be deemed as agreeing to be subjected to BDSM by Party A.”
Harper looked at the uses in disbelief. ‘What the hell! That bastard, pervert! Were there any punishments he couldn’t think of? And why the hell was there something about BDSM? That lunatic, he’s really mentally unstable.’
“Fine, if you have the guts, stay in there. I’ll have Dn find the keys,” ze threatened loudly, standing with his arms crossed by the door, not moving. He was confident she wouldn’t dare to ept BDSM.
Three…
Two…
One…
The door was pulled open.