Chapter 4
Greta hesitated for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening and took the phone.
“I didn’t buy, did the airline company send a discount ticket promotion message?”
Kayson still wanted to ask, but seeing Greta’s unwillingness to say more, he suppressed the thought of questioning.
After all…
Greta never lied to him, did she?
So he put down his phone, nodded, and went to wash up.
Greta, however, stopped him and then took out a medicine box from the cabinet.
“You got scratched on your back by broken glass, let me help you with it.”
Kayson hesitated for a moment, and then obediently sat on the sofa and took off his coat, revealing the bloody wound.
The injury was not severe, but because it was on the back, no one noticed.
I didn’t expect Greta to notice.
He watched her with a focused expression as she disinfected with a cotton swab, and it reminded him of that letter.
“Greta, that letter today…”
“Take a shower and clean up later, or else you might get infected. Be more careful when getting
into fights in the future, so that you won’t get hurt again, because there won’t be anyone to help you apply medicine.”
Greta did not give him the opportunity to ask.
Kayson, whose thoughts were interrupted, didn’t catch the last thing she said and looked up upo hearing her voice.
“What did you say?”
Greta shook her head, tied the bandage, and turned into the bedroom.
After she had dried her hair, Kayson also finished taking a shower.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss her.
She, however, turned her head and avoided that somewhat scorching kiss, with a faint tone.
“During my menstrual period, I wanted to rest early.”
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Kayson didn’t force her anymore, he tucked her in and turned off the lights.
The next day was a good weather.
Greta was getting ready, when she heard a commotion downstairs.
As soon as she finished tidying up, she saw Luella coming to the door with a group of people.
Kayson leaned against the doorway, furrowing his brow, his tone reverting back to his usual
impatience.
“What did you come for?”
Before Luella could speak, his brothers approached with cheerful laughter.
‘Luella said that you saved her yesterday and she is very grateful, so she insists on coming to thank you in person!”
Before the words had even finished, Luella magically produced a large bouquet of flowers and a beautifully wrapped gift from behind.
“Kayson, thank you for helping me yesterday, it was a small gesture of kindness!”
Kayson did not reach out to take those things.
But his face still softened a lot.
Luella, seeing the situation, directly handed the flowers to Greta, without being polite in her tone.
“This is Kayson’s favorite Juliet rose. Could you please help me put the flower into the vase?”
Upon hearing this, Kayson furrowed his brows slightly and his voice carried a hint of coldness.
“Do not associate the things you like with my name. Also, Greta is my wife, so please do not treat
her like a servant.”
The atmosphere in the room cooled down because of this sentence.
Only Greta remained unfazed.
She looked at the delicate and vibrant rose in her hand and, for the first time, learned its name.
Juliet, right?
Luella liked it, no wonder he spent a fortune cultivating this variety in the greenhouse.
But she didn’t say anything and handed the flowers to the nanny beside her, giving a few
‘instructions.
“Go and take down those vases from the display case on the second floor.”
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Luella’s gaze took on a meaningful look.
Greta pretended not to see and went to the balcony with her breakfast.
Just one window away, she could clearly hear the conversation in the living room.
“Kayson, isn’t this the origami crane I used to fold and play with in junior high? How come you still keep it so well in a crystal box? If you like it so much, I’ll give you another box tomorrow.”
“How come this set of Barbie dolls is with you? I remember throwing it into the trash can, did you actually pick it up?”
“Hey, isn’t this the maple leaf we picked up at Mount Fairclouds? You really made it into a bookmark and kept it for so long…”
Listening to Luella’s treasure–like exclamation, Greta recalled her first time coming to this villa and asking Kayson about the origins of these things.
The little gift given by my cousin in kindergarten was kept.
She truly believed his words at that time, to the extent that she overlooked the complex emotions in
his eyes.
Those eyes filled with love and hate, longing and unwillingness.
All of them were clearly related to love.
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