Chapter 68
“Take a good look,” Veronica said quietly, pointing to the crescent–shaped cut by her eye.! Every single visible wound on my body is because of you.”
Heath choked on his breath. “You lost your memory. So as far as I’m concerned, none of this counts,” he retorted.
“And what if I told you that I didn’t lose my memory?”
“Cut the nonsense. Do you think a hospital diagnosis can be faked?”
Veronica let out a cold, hollow laugh. Heath only ever believed what was convenient for him. As for their marriage, what had it ever brought him, besides a live–in maid?
Heath flinched at her laughter. His gaze fell on the bruises along her forearm, and a faint trace of guilt rose within him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he said, pulling a gold credit card from his wallet. “There’s no spending limit on this. Buy whatever you want. Consider it my way of making it up to you.”
Hearing a sincere apology from him was a rarity.
“Sure.” Veronica took the card without hesitation. She no longer felt any guilt about using his money. He owed her–every cent. There was no point in pretending otherwise.
The moment Veronica accepted that card, Heath finally realized just how much she had changed and thought that it might be for the best. With everything laid bare, there was nothing left between them anymore.
He figured that things would return to how they used to be once her memory came back.
“Wonderful! Veronica’s not mad anymore!” Eleanor forced a bright smile and stepped forward, trying to grab Veronica’s arm. “That means you’re staying tonight, right?”
Veronica was disgusted at just the thought of her touch. She pulled away and sidestepped the contact. A second later, Eleanor performed a perfectly timed fall right there onto the floor.
“Eleanor!” Heath rushed to her.
Her bathrobe had slipped halfway down, exposing one bare shoulder. Heath didn’t even blink and pulled her into his rms without the slightest hesitation.
“Veronica, what the hell are you doing?” he snapped, glaring at her.
Veronica casually flicked the gold card in her hands, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “What? The camera by the door is still on. Use your head and go take a look.”
With that, she turned and headed downstairs.
Chapter 68
Still lying in Heath’s arms, Eleanor shot a sheepish glance upward. She inwardly cursed, wondering when they had installed a camera there.
Heath no longer bothered about Veronica and turned to Eleanor, asking, “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. I just lost my balance. It wasn’t Veronica’s fault,” Eleanor murmured as if she was wronged.
However, this time, Heath did not press further ‘You’re not a child. How can you still be this careless?”
Eleanor’s heart skipped. She didn’t know why he wasn’t scolding Veronica like he used to after hearing her words. She had the unsettling feeling that something was slipping from her grasp.
She refused to allow that to happen!
Eleanor extended her long legs, brushing them gently against Heath’s pants. “Heath, don’t be mad at me. I’m in so much pain…”
His eyes darkened, and his voice was low and hoarse as he warned, “Eleanor, stop it.‘
She wound her arms around his neck and leaned in close. Her soft breath brushed against his ear. “Heath… Don’t you want me anymore? It really hurt…”
Heath grabbed her waist, trying to hold her still but the woman in his arms only grew more restless. It had been a long time since Veronica left. Since then, he had not touched another
woman.
“Eleanor.” Heath’s voice dropped even lower. He was still a man, after all.
Eleanor’s fair cheeks flushed pink as she nibbled gently on his earlobe. She teased sweetly, Heath, I want you… Let’s finish what we started in the room, okay?”
Heath’s hand tightened around her waist.
“Dad? Ms. Turner? What are you doing?”
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