She didn’t know whether it was guilt or pain, but she cried fiercely beneath him.

"Ha, cry, today I’ll let you cry all you want..." He gripped her small waist tightly, "This time it’s not a transaction, it’s a punishment."

...

Carla Carr couldn’t get out of bed for the first time.

When she woke up, she was lying on the luxurious bed of the Nightfall Palace suite.

She tried to move, but her whole body was limp and weak, even getting out of bed was extremely difficult, this man! Is he a demon?

"You..."

She pouted, looking at him, as he calmly sat by the side, leisurely watching her, his eyes no longer had the feeling they once did, only indifference, just indifference!

She was frightened by him!!

Alexander Kingsley was so cold at this moment, like he wanted to kill someone.

Her mouth was still dry and sore, ever since they met, Alexander had never been so rude to her, each time he took her felt like a knife stabbing into her heart.

"Hiss—"

She moved, intending to get out of bed, but who knew she’d roll off wrapped in the blanket, landing on the floor, her whole body powerless, legs trembling, even standing up was an issue.

It was imaginable, how fiercely and wildly he had tormented her!

"Where do you think I should punish you..." He suddenly walked over, lifted her chin with a big hand, staring into her eyes with self-mockery, "What have you always taken me for?"

"..." Carla didn’t speak, because her throat was hoarse from crying, she couldn’t speak a word.

Her chin was painfully crushed, as if it was about to shatter.

Alexander still didn’t let go, applying more force.

Carla remained silent, tears continuously streaming down, wetting her body.

She just wrapped herself in a blanket, not wearing clothes, her body aching everywhere, she didn’t even have to look to know how intensely he had tormented her.

"Feeling wronged?" He suddenly spoke, "From the moment you started crying beneath me, crying until it was over, crying till you fell asleep. You’re still crying now, do you want to go another round?!"

Carla cried even more ferociously, shaking her head.

"Ha..." He let go, stretched out his arms, pulling her into his embrace, his voice suddenly softened, "Stop crying!" He indeed felt heartache, the dull pain only increasing rather than decreasing.

"Stop crying. If you keep crying, I’ll have to deal with you again!" Soft-hearted indeed, "Be good, was he good to you?"

Carla Carr: "Hmm?"

What did Alexander mean.

He curled his lips, holding her, his tone indifferent: "Him, was he good to you? Did he bully you, did he get angry at you, did he give you money to spend, did he bathe you..."

He seemed to have endless questions.

Carla stared: "..."

Alexander: "Alright, if you don’t want to talk, then forget it." He rubbed her body, stretched out a big hand to wipe her tears, then commanded, "In the future, don’t cry in front of me."

He didn’t know how to comfort people.

But he couldn’t stand to see her cry...

He couldn’t stand to see women cry for the rest of his life.

Carla Carr: "Oh." If he didn’t bully her, how would she cry! It’s only because he bullied her.

Alexander placed her on the big bed: "Rest for a day, tomorrow I’ll take you to see Eva and the Crown Prince’s child."

"I want to ask, what’s the little bun’s name?" she asked.

Alexander answered: "Brother: Graham Knight, you can just call him Ivy; Sister: Abigail Knight, you can call her Little Pear."

"Thank you." She was genuine, her tone somewhat absent-minded.