When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 116 Scars Menu Under the guidance of Caden, Beatrice reacted with a touch of innocence, even swallowing her saliva several times.

Caden pursed his lips and brushed her lightly, "Still need teaching?" Hearing the sound, Beatrice instantly snapped back to reality and pretended to be calm, saying, "No need, Uncle Caden is the patient, and I should respect the elderly and care for the young." "I didn't let you explain," Caden squinted his eyes.

Beatrice pursed her lips and quickly undid his shirt buttons.

Underneath the serious shirt, there hid a man with a not-so-restrained physique.

Muscles were solid and well-proportioned, with visible but not exaggerated abs. Long legs and a slim waist, the belt fitting perfectly on the faint line of the abs, leaving room for imagination. Beatrice took a breath and quickly averted her gaze, but Caden leaned in.

"Who did you iron the shirt so quickly for?" There was no emotional fluctuation on his face, as if he was asking about something very ordinary.

But Beatrice felt that her breath was chilling.

She whispered softly, "There is no one." He seemed as if he hadn't heard. "Oscar?" "No! Except for..." you.

Beatrice quickly shut her mouth, but the man had no intention of letting her go.

""Besides who?" Beatrice tightly closed her lips, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blood on her shoulder slide down her chest. "Blood! Sit down quickly!" She didn't have tto explain, so she pulled Caden back to the sofa and proceeded to take it his shirt from behind.

Halfway through undressing, Beatrice stared at his back in horror and froze in place.

Because she was from a different surname, even after many years in the Baldwin family, she was still not allowed to enter the ancestral hall. But it is also ridiculous to say.

In her past life, even if she married Caden, she and her daughter couldn't even attend the • Baldwin family's annual ancestral worship.

They said that the mother and daughter used improper means to enter the Baldwin family, fearing that it would defile the ancestral hall.

But after Madelynn returned to her hcountry with her son, she was immediately taken by grandfather to pay respects to their ancestors Sher and seek blessings.

78.4% 4 Menu A that time, their mother and son had an improper and discordant reputation.

Even Monica, who had officially married Ryan, was only allowed to enter and pay respects to the ancestors by by lighting incense, with a stay of no more than ten minutes. So Beatrice always felt that Xander valued the ancestral hall so much that even when she was angry, she would only scold Caden a little in such a solemn place. It was just a minor skin injury.

After all, which biological father would take a life? But she could never have imagined that Caden would be beaten so badly.

His back was crisscrossed with over a dozen wounds, three of which were the deepest. If it weren't for the specially made wound healing patches by Brend, his flesh would have surely been turned inside out.

The contradictory and complex emotions churned in her heart as she raised her hand and touched the not-so- serious scars.

Slightly protruding, as tpassed, Caden's shoulder blades tightened.

Beatrice stood behind him, unable to see his expression, but familiar with his reaction. In her previous life, whenever Madelynn and her son encountered any problems, they would seek Xander's intervention and then present so-called evidence to accuse Beatrice and her daughter.

Every tBeatrice protected Stella and explained repeatedly, but no one listened to her at all. Caden would tell her to shut up, and then he would go to the ancestral hall with Xander. But at that time, she was very afraid of him and couldn't think about it at all. And afterwards, Caden would immediately leave, as if he had never looked for her. Now, Beatrice knew what it felt like back then, the touch, the scars.

So, every tsomething happened, Caden would be disciplined by Xander's family rules? Why didn't he speak? Beatrice's mind was in chaos, first with Oscar's changes, and then with Caden's silent disappearance.

What is true? What is false? She looked at the crisscrossed scars and pursed her lips as she inquired, "Uncle Caden, did Sir Baldwin often discipline you at home?" "I am not stupid," Caden retorted skeptically.

"When would you be disciplined by family rules?" "When others didn't use their brains." 00 Others, Beatrice.

So Caden, being such a clever old fox, must have known how to protect himself. 1 Why did he...

78.4% < Chapter 116 Scars Lost in thought, Caden turned his head and said, "Beatrice." "Hmm?" "Have you had enough?" Menu Upon hearing this, Beatrice snapped back to reality and realized that her hand had been stroking Caden's back all along.

She quickly withdrew her hand, awkwardly bowing her head to search for medicine in the medicine box.

Um... Although it bled a little, it was just a small cut. I can apply smedicine for you, but I don't have such professional adhesive strips for healing.

"I had pockets in my coat," Caden said casually.

Beatrice paused for a moment, picked up the coat on the sofa, and took out a few adhesive bandages.

teeth, prepared SO She gritted her teeth, thoroughly, it was deliberate just now.

She thought for a moment and took out alcohol directly, reminding, "Uncle Caden, letdisinfect you. It might hurt a bit, so if you can't bear it, you if O can Shout out." After speaking, the alcohol cotton was directly pressed on the bleeding area. Unfortunately, Beatrice did not get her wish. Instead, she was grabbed by Caden and sat on his lap.

He reached out and embraced her in his arms, whispering softly, "Was it fun?" She lifted her gaze and met his deep and unabashed eyes as if he wanted to dissect her. She inexplicably recalled the madness in bed from her past life, feeling a slight warmth on her back. When she wanted to escape, his hand had already rested on her leg, exerting just the right amount of force to immobilize her. His bare upper body pressed against Beatrice, his warm breath blowing on her neck, dominant and scorching.

"Continue playing?" The man's voice was tinged with desire.

"No, no," Beatrice shrunk her neck and shook her head.

The man let out a light sigh, and the hand that was placed behind her did not stop, but continued to wander. Beatrice's Breathing becirregular, and as she raised her hand, he grabbed it. "Do you still want to draw a line between us?"