Why did Dean, the devil, do this to me? Why did he insult me with Edward's face!?
My eyes reddened and I slapped him with all my strength, leaving a mark on his face.
"Dean Watson, you don't even deserve to be Edward's substitute!"
"Edward will never do this to me!"
This slap seemed to calm Dean down. He stared at me like a hungry wolf, gasping for breath.
In the end, he let go of my hand and turned to leave with a wry smile.
Only then did I kneel in the cold bathtub and cry. I could only make a faint sound. "Boohoo..."
The few angry roars that I had tried my best to make just now made my throat hurt even more.
Sure enough, the wound on my throat was seriously inflamed that night. I had a fever for a whole day before I could barely get up and go to the hospital on my own. I was also diagnosed with severe anemia.
Dean hadn't shown up since then. Since Carrie came back, my life had been a little better.
I was drowsy, and there was a loud noise of fierce quarrel and smashing things.
I found that the living room was already in a mess, and almost nothing that could be thrown was spared.
I heard from the other servants that Dean and Elina had a big fight.