Chapter 65 You Hurt Me

Rowan Blackwood tried not to dwell on things, but he couldn't help it—some devil had taken root inside him, turning him into someone he no longer recognized. When the car stopped in front of Imperial Feast Garden, he noticed Winston Langley's flashy Ferrari, its crimson paint almost blinding. What struck him most, though, was Marielle Duvall and Winston sitting by the window, laughing and chatting over their meal. Clearly, Marielle was in high spirits. Winston said something that made Marielle lower her head with a soft laugh. She lightly touched her injured leg—a small, almost imperceptible motion, yet Rowan caught it. He frowned and immediately called Victor Langley. "Bring a light blanket to the entrance of Imperial Feast Garden." Victor had grown accustomed to Rowan's commands by now—after everything he'd seen, his nerves had toughened. He fetched the blanket quickly. But Rowan murmured, "Take it inside. Cover her with it. Her leg hasn't healed, and the morning air is cold. She can