C15 (1/2)

Ling Chen did not return to the Kingone villa for several days after the three months meeting at the dining table that day.

Under the meticulous care of the nurse and the maid, Jane Fan's injuries healed quickly. The right forearm had been scabbed, and now it was slowly peeling off. The wound on his forehead and the back of his head had already healed greatly. His long, supple hair was let loose, and it was casually parted from the middle. The black strands of hair that fell down happened to cover the faint reddish hue of his forehead.

The maid brought over a set of formal attire, and the moment she entered the room, she was shocked by the dressing of Jane Fan. ”Miss Jane, you are so beautiful, even more beautiful than the female celebrities on TV.”

”Thank you.” She had never cared about her appearance. She had no concept of how beautiful she was. All she cared about was how to survive.

”Oh right, this is a dress that mister has customized for you. He said that he would come to take you to attend the royal ball later.”

The maid spread the dress out on the bed. It was an elegant little dress. It was bright red, with a square back that showed a little of the shoulder blade, and the skirt was just long enough to fit above the knee. She didn't like it.

”Do you know what kind of party you're attending?”

The maid shook her head and urged, ”I'll help you change it. Mister will be back soon to pick you up.”

Jane Fan sat in front of the dressing table, not moving for a long time.

”What's wrong?” A deep and mellow male voice came from the door, and what entered his line of sight was his tall and straight build.

Jian Fan was slightly startled. Even though he had already hinted at her for a long time, his voice still made it hard for her to adapt.

”Miss Jane, she …”

”You go out first.”

Ling Chen waved his hand, and the door closed, leaving the two of them alone.

”Why not?” He put a hand in his pocket. His breath was cold.

”It's too cold.” Jane Fan lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes reflecting a row of beautiful silhouettes on his pale cheeks.

Ling Chen stared at her, his breathing stagnating. He thought of the night when she had seduced him at first sight.

”The shawl is in the car.”

”I don't know how to wear it.”