John sat down on the couch in his room.As it turned out, he already got his first-aid kit out.Cordy wondered if he would’ve done it himself if she never came in.However, she was the reason he got injured, which was why she ultimately didn’t refuse.She took out iodine and a tube of anti-inflammatory cream, dropping to a crouch to apply everything on the injured area—which definitely was infected."You should be more careful," she told him."It's not a spot you can always keep your eye on," John replied feebly.Cordy didn’t argue, and went to work solemnly to disinfect the affected area."Ugh!" John suddenly grunted."Does it hurt?" Cordy asked."Nope," John said stubbornly—but it certainly did, because it was his inner thigh.Cordy didn’t say anything, but she did ease the pressure. The room was silent, but Cordy was working too seriously to notice anything else. After she disinfected the wound, applied the cream and bandaged it, she looked up to see the strange gaze
Cordy looked up to see that John was panting a little, and that he was flushing somewhat.Pursing her lips, she lowered her gaze and washed her hands, pretending as if she saw nothing while John left.However, she was quite distracted as she washed her fingers, as many images crossed her mind…Still, she soon turned off the tap, dried her hands, and left the washroom. John wasn’t in, and she vaguely saw a silhouette in the walk-in closet. Cordy headed over, entering it unhurriedly to find John changing.He was wearing yet another pair of black boxers, almost the same size as the one he just threw away.He spotted Cordy from the full-length mirror in front of him, a brief look of surprise flashing in his eyes before he soon said, "I'll come out once I'm done changing." "Can you get dressed without problems?" Cordy asked."Yeah.""Won't you be touching your scars?""I'll watch out… Eh?" John suddenly murmured, and gulped unwittingly as he felt Cordy's warm, dainty hands on
Even if Cordy already made herself very clear, John was still afraid of moving.He touched her once, and that left her traumatized with men for years, and for her to loathe him just as long.If he did it again now, he feared he wouldn’t see her for the rest of her life, and that she would directly vanish from his world.Therefore, he would rather bear it. "You don't want to?" Cordy asked, since he wasn’t responding."I'm afraid," John admitted earnestly. Cordy did a double take, unable to describe how she felt. It was amusing, but it also hurt a little.Nonetheless, her hands started to dance rampantly over his stiffened body while she whispered, "I won't hate you this time.""What's gotten into you, Cordy?" John asked as he caught her dainty hand.However, when he turned around and looked at her blushing face, he realized she wasn’t that composed—he could actually feel her hands shaking.As such, he told her seriously, "I don't need you to apologize or repay me this way
It was a slight motion, but Cordy woke the man beside her.To be precise, John was already up and was waiting for her to wake up."Hungry?" John asked her, his attractive voice clearly happy.Right now, he was feeling very energetic and refreshed.On the other hand, Cordy’s whole body felt limp and she thought she could die at that very moment."What time is it?" Cordy asked."Ten o’clock," John replied."That late?" she gasped."What do you think?" John chuckled, his glee barely hidden from his voice."Where's Dicky?""He said he's old enough to go to bed on his own, and he just did, like the good boy he is," John replied, before adding, "He also maintains that he'd be an exemplary brother."Cordy shot him a look, before struggling to get up.As John moved to help her up, the blanket slipped off, revealing all the hickeys and signs of fearsome lovemaking.Cordy turned towards him again, who asked a little awkwardly, "Getting out of bed?""Yeah." "I'll get your clothes.
However, Cordy simply regarded John with overwhelming indifference. "I'm an adult—I have needs too. Also, I’d like to get over my trauma."John kept his icy smile, while she continued to look at him solemnly.“We should’ve never been together—even our first meeting was a mistake. I've already told you before that the best thing we can do for each other is for you to return to Jessica’s side, while I do whatever I like."She spoke as if she bore no sentiment, only the resolve in parting.Even so, John asked her, "Don't you feel a thing after so long?"After holding out until now, had she no intention to change?"No," Cordy replied with absolute certainty. "All I feel is fear, because I won't even know when I'll upset Jessica, or when she’ll try to kill me again. Death, incrimination, and now threatening me with Dicky? I’ve had enough.""It will soon be over," John said with certainty."No, it won't," Cordy said icily. "Even if things did calm down, it'll just be the calm before
Although she didn’t have much of an appetite now, Cordy ultimately finished her steak.She was a mother and had an obligation to take care of herself, so that she could take care of Dicky.When she was done, she returned to her bedroom, where she found him deep asleep.Watching as he slept, looking ever so innocent, she decided she would not regret her choice.-Early next morning, Cordy said her goodbyes with Dicky for the time being.Dicky was still under John’s custody before John married Jessica, and Cordy wasn’t cruel enough to insist upon taking Dicky away right now.Moreover, she was convinced that it was safer for Dicky to stay with John."The car’s waiting outside," John told her."Okay," Cordy said, and patted Dicky's little cheeks while assuring him, "You’ll see me again in North City, when school starts again in a few days.""Okay!" Dicky nodded obediently.He was under the impression that his daddy and mommy would be together after yesterday.He had always been
Cordy’s eyes were red and moist, even though she tried not to look outside at John's slowly departing figure.She could not even describe how she felt… It was as if half her heart had gone missing, and she couldn’t breathe.Nonetheless, the helicopter arrived on a clearing in the suburbs in half an hour, where Patrick’s black sedan was waiting.Naturally, he brought more than one car—his security detail became stricter after that accident.Cordy alighted awkwardly from the helicopter, since it was hard walking with crutches. Just as she did so, she found a large, fair hand extended before her.She looked up to find Patrick in his wheelchair, offering her a hand. He had been maimed considerably in that accident, but she didn’t shy from leaning on his arm to get out of the helicopter, and followed him into his car.The helicopter whirled off after they left, just as Cordy realized why John insisted that his mansion was safe. It was hard to find, and chasing a helicopter wasn’
Anyone who got too close would feel intimidated by the men in black's presence, but Cordy walked up to them nonetheless.One of them spoke into the microphone attached to his lapels, and waited until the person inside gave her approval before opening the door for Cordy.The interior of the VVIP room was naturally different from the other rooms, and the extravagance of the decorations inside would leave everyone's eyes lighting up.Naturally, Cordy was in no mood to admire the elegance. She limped with difficulty up to the coffee table…where Jessica sat, elegantly taking a sip of tea.There were four bodyguards in the room with her, and two were standing right behind her. It was obvious that she was wary of Cordy. Nonetheless, there was a flash of surprise in her eyes when she saw that Cordy was alone, though she hid it well by habit."Sit," she beckoned.Cordy didn’t refuse, and sat opposite her."What would you like to drink, Miss Sachs?" "Blue Mountain." After Cordy ga