Chapter 1267: 1267 Red Spider Lily Heather (291)
"I don’t know... I dare not guess the master’s thoughts."
"She won’t die."
"Why?"
"Intuition."
Damn it...
Could it be that she really has no way to deal with Heather?!
...
When Heather’s consciousness beca clear again, her sense of sll first told her she was no longer in that dark, damp chamber.
Secondly, she could feel it was very quiet around her, completely different from before. Only then did she slowly open her eyes and see the brightly lit room.
This was a place she had never seen before, but she knew she was still under Night Hawk’s control, though she didn’t know the location of this room.
At this mont, she slled a strong scent of dicine.
Following the source of the sll, she saw a woman holding sothing approaching her.
Heather looked down and saw her right hand was bandaged. Her clothes had also been changed to clean, loose ones, with a slight fragrance; the previous sll of blood was gone.
The wrists and ankles, where the skin had been chafed, had been disinfected and bandaged.
Looking at the layout of this room, Heather didn’t think she had been rescued. The only one who could let her enjoy such unprecedented treatnt would be Night Hawk.
"Miss Hai, this is a dicinal diet that the master ordered
to make for you."
Indeed, it was him...
Heather was helped up, but felt a pain in her head. She touched it and felt bandages, with even so blood seeping through.
What happened...
The person didn’t say much, just fed her the dicinal diet.
Heather didn’t refuse; she indeed felt hungry and wasn’t afraid of poison in the diet. In the face of all this, poison was nothing.
Why did Night Hawk save her again?
After feeding the dicinal diet, the person was about to leave, but Heather called out, "Did the master say anything?"
"No, Miss Hai, please rest well."
Why?
Heather couldn’t figure it out.
She had betrayed him. In the entire organization, no mistake compared to betrayal, which was the most unforgivable cri, and the punishnt would be extrely terrifying and cruel.
So Heather always believed that the suffering she experienced these past few days was far less than what she went through when she went to humiliate Ah Nian at headquarters.
Now, not only did she not suffer any torture, but she was also treated like an honored guest...
Heather couldn’t understand what Night Hawk really wanted to do for the first ti.
She moved her hand, now able to move freely; her dislocated arm had been set back in place.
"Master."
The voice of the person from before ca from outside, bringing Heather back to her senses, knowing he was coming in.
Sure enough, the next second, Night Hawk stepped into the room and walked towards her.
Heather sat there, watching him co closer, then sit down at the bedside, reaching his large hand towards her cheek—
Heather seed terrified, her head and body pulling back together, avoiding his touch.
She...
Feared Night Hawk!
The fearless Heather was actually very afraid of Night Hawk.
To her, Night Hawk was a very special existence, both a ntor and a master.
When young, she was with many children around her age, and the person everyone feared most was Night Hawk, the man called the master by everyone. Not just children, everyone feared him.
Heather’s fear of him ca from a physical feeling, like a psychological shadow from childhood.
So the mont she saw Night Hawk, her body reacted before her brain, instinctively afraid to see him, especially in such a vulnerable state.
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