"Third Highness."
"Hmm?" Yuri answered coolly, zipping up his own pants.
Ashley Bowen touched the side of her neck. She glanced up at him before quickly looking down again. "Third Highness, this hickey on my neck… did you give it to me?"
When Adam Sinclair came over this morning, he had flown into a rage at the sight of it.
'But she couldn't remember being intimate with him last night.'
"You probably scratched it yourself," Yuri replied, feigning calm as he glanced at the red mark on Ashley Bowen's neck. The truth was, he had deliberately put it there that morning.
'Scratched it? There weren't any mosquitoes in the room, and the AC was on. It couldn't possibly be a scratch mark.'
Ashley Bowen was puzzled.
Yuri, however, felt a pang of guilt and hurriedly urged her, "Go, call Aaron in. Help me into my wheelchair."
He knew Adam Sinclair would be visiting him this morning. This was all an act for Adam's benefit, meant to provoke him.
