Half an hour later, the door opened, and Zion appeared.
Selena was still asleep, so to avoid disturbing her and fearing she might be pretending, I asked Zion to step outside for a private conversation.
"Let's cut to the chase. Why did you call me here? I have a lot on my plate and no time to waste," Zion snapped.
He knew about Selena buying me clothes, and as he stared at what I was wearing for a long time, his expression was a mix of resignation, reluctance, and even a hint of anger.
I wasn't sure why he claimed to be so busy—perhaps he was handling work matters while Selena was out of the picture. Understanding the pressure of a full schedule, I didn't beat around the bush with him.
"What happened to the scars on Selena's back?"
"You don't know how she got those scars?" Zion looked surprised, his gaze showing confusion. "Hudson, you really didn't know there were scars on her back?"
Seeing his shocked expression, I felt a bit lost myself. Should I have known about the scars on her body? Or were they something she had for a long time that I missed?
Suddenly, a realization hit me, and I felt a bit of my pride wounded, especially in front of Zion. After hesitating for a while, I explained, "I haven't been intimate with her for a long time, so I had no idea what her back looked like."
As I grasped the situation, I frowned. "Are the scars on her back old? How did she get them? Zion, you need to explain this to me clearly."
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