Charles pushed her hand away gently and expressionlessly, "I've done it. My arm cramped just now."

"OK." Judie got on her feet.

"Change your clothes, and we will go downstairs to have breakfast," said Charles.

"I, uh, there's blood on my dress. I have thrown it away." Judie glanced at the trash can, afraid of being found out.

Charles glanced at her, suspecting nothing. Then he took out his phone and call his assistant, Kelvin Sands, "Send Judie clothes."

"And tampon," he added after a brief pause.

"Charles, I'm off to wash up," said Judie, with cheeks reddening slightly.

The disabled and cold Charles was quite nice to Judie.

That made Judie felt more guilty.

"OK." Charles nodded expressionlessly.

Though expressionless, his face was indescribably handsome.

Judie puckered her lips and trotted to the bathroom.

She felt sad when she took off her robe and saw hickeys on her body.

However, she had no time to soak herself in sorrow. Charles was waiting outside. She took a quick shower and cleaned all the scent off.

...

The bedroom.

Charles propelled the wheelchair to the bed and stretched out his long arm and laid his beautiful fingers on the red spot. The corners of his mouth were inconspicuously pulled up.

He withdrew his hand. When he unbuttoned the sleeve and pulled it up, he saw a bloody teeth mark, quite horrible.

"What a wild cat," he sighed.

The clothes had already arrived before she came out of the bathroom.

They were a red half-sleeve blouse and a pair of black pants.

Judie greeted Charles and returned to the bathroom with the clothes.

She buttoned up to the top to cover her sexy collarbones and all the hickeys that no one must know.

"You'd better keep out of my sight." She bit her lip.

After she had changed her clothes, she pushed Charles to have breakfast.

From the elevator to the dining hall, they could always hear someone whispering.

"That girl was beautiful. I've never met such a beautiful girl. Look at her delicate face! It's a pity to marry a disabled."

"But the man is very handsome. And I've never met such a handsome man. They are perfect for each other if only the man is not a cripple."

Judie frowned. When she pushed him to a table, Charles looked very unpleasant.

Judie went to bring coffee and food and put them before Charles.

"Hey, why would a pretty girl like you marry a disabled person? Why not marry me?" A young man with dyed yellow hair winked at Judie.

Judie turned around and looked him up and down with her cold eye, "Because even disabled, he is thousands of times better than you, moron," said Judie with disdain.

"Hoo." The yellow-haired man waved his hand. When he glanced at the man's frightening gloomy eyes in the wheelchair, he felt a chill ran up his spine and slipped away.

After she responded, the rumble in the dining hall ceased.

"Charles," Judie turned to him and said tenderly, "Don't listen to them."

Charles was staring at her.

"Don't you feel bad for marrying a cripple like me?" The cold-eyed man pinched her jaw.

Her fair skin felt so soft and smooth. When he pinched a bit harder, her delicate jaw was out of shape, and her lips pursed a bit like waiting for his kiss.

Charles' throat tightened, and his cold eyes changed inconspicuously, but he kept staring at her.