Chapter 90
hapter 90
Keeping the bandage on was inconvenient, and more importantly, Athena didn’t want Ferris to think she was just playing the
victim.
Seeing Athena’s resolve, Trina reluctantly stepped forward to remove the bandage.
As the bandage was removed, Athena’s hand appeared pale and flawless, without a single bruise in sight.
Trina gasped in wonder, “My lady, your hand has healed so quickly p>
Athena forced a smile but said nothing. She experimentally flexed her fingers, as expected, pain shot to the bone, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead.
As evening fell, festive decorations and lights illuminated the streets.
Trina arranged Athena’s hair in an intricate clip and adorned it with a emerald hairpin, lending her a lively grace.
After a period of recuperation, Athena no longer looked as gaunt as before.
Her sunken cheeks had filled out, and her skin now glowed with healthy color.
On the surface, she appeared full of life, yet her eyes remained dull and lifeless, utterly devoid of the vivacious charm expected of an eighteen–year–old maiden.
After Trina finished helping her change, she was startled to find that she was still painfully thin, little more than skin and bones.
Her heart aching, Trina said to Athena, “My lady, you should eat something p>
Athena’s lips curled slightly in a humorless smile, but she said nothing. Three years of torment had ruined her stomach.
She could tolerate neither cold nor spicy food, and even eating a bit more than usual would make her uncomfortable.
Her current appetite was barely half that of an average woman.
When her stomach ailment flared up, the excruciating pain would leave her wishing for death.
Each episode would take months to recover from.
“Alright, it’s about time we left,” Athena said as she rose to her feet, with Trina following closely behind her p>
Siena and Aliza exchanged a nervous glance before stepping forward. “My lady, what about us?” they asked anxiously.
The hunger in their eyes swelled uncontrollably, their naked ambition leaking out even in unguarded moments.
Seeing that the two of them weren’t keen on going, Athena said, “Trina will come with me. You two stay behind p>
Her words suited them perfectly.
Siena thought excitedly, ‘Athena and Ferris have gone to hangout, and Mr. Monson is still at the estate. This is the perfect chance to get close to him.
Siena and Aliza cheerfully replied, “Yes, my lady p>
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them aside ‘
Outside the Monson family, Ferris’s carriage already stood waiting.
When Athena emerged, Ferris lifted the carriage curtain to look at her, and froze in astonishment.
Athena was dressed in a pale cyan gown that accentuated her slender neck and delicate shoulders.
Her hair was simply tied up, with a few loose strands falling gracefully around her face.
Under the light, her features were softly illuminated, her brows arched like distant mountain ridges, her lips a vivid crimson, like winter plum blossoms dusted with snow.
Ferris couldn’t help but frown. The scrawny girl with dull yellow hair from his memories had now blossomed into an elegant young woman.
But her eyes, so lifeless now, as if they’d seen too much suffering in life, were filled with a world–weariness.
He found himself wondering, ‘How did the vivacious, playful Athena I once know become just a shadow of herself p>
The girl who used to laugh and chatter nonstop now sat as silent as a statue.
She hadn’t spoken a single word since getting into the carriage.
The atmosphere was painfully awkward. Ferris was never skilled at charming women, so he was clearly annoyed by Athena’s cold expression. He said coldly, “If you’re not willing, then why force yourself p>
Athena looked up at him, a faint apology in her eyes. “My lord, what makes you say that p>
“You’ve been silent since boarding, not even sparing me a glance. Must I stoop to coax you p>
Ferris was the center of attention since birth p>
Others had always catered to him.
Athena’s aloof demeanor clearly displeased him.
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AD
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.