You Want The Young Master To Serve You Personally?

Serene Silas snorted and turned to look out of the window. "Please leave. I don't want to see anyone now." She wanted to hide her humiliation, her wounds, all her helplessness and fear. She would never let others see her wounds, nor would she let others take the opportunity to laugh at her and insult her. The woman looked at Serene and said indifferently, "Miss Silas, it was my Young Master who asked me to help you clean up." Clean up? Serene sneered as she heard that sentence. Was she going to show all the wounds that the devil had caused her body to another stranger? Was she going to show those scars and bruises to others, and let others know what the devil did to her to torture her? She was already disgusted enough! She didn't want to be reminded again. The woman approached the bed, "Miss Silas..." "I said I don't need any help. Can't you hear me?" Serene bit her lip. "Get out, don't let me see you again." The woman spoke again, "Young Master also ordered that if you don't let me he