He said meaningfully, but the two bodyguards could not understand at all.
Carter, not intending to explain, turned and walked out of the study and went to Shirley’s bedroom.
At this moment, the maid was preparing to wipe Shirley’s body. When she saw that Carter was here, the maid put down the towel in her hand and walked out knowingly.
Shirley glanced at Carter, then, like always, avoided the sight of him with disgust.
Carter did not mind. He started to walk to the bed, took the towel that the maid had just put down, soaked it in the basin with warm water, and wrung it dry.
He held a warm towel and slowly approached Shirley’s face, but Shirley turned her face away in disgust.
“You know I don’t want to see you now. Get out.” Shirley directly kicked him out.
Carter’s movement briefly stopped, but in the next second, he gently placed the towel on Shirley’s face.
Shirley wanted to avoid it, but Carter used his other hand to hold her in place.
“What do you want, Carter?” Shirley could not bear it anymore.
Presently, she just wanted to be alone in silence. Every time she saw Carter, she would think about the tragic deaths of Adam and Cathy.
This was something that she could never get over.
However, Carter seemed to turn a deaf ear, minding his business, as he continued to wipe Shirley’s cheeks, then held her palm gently to wipe her arm.
Shirley frowned. “Carter, when would you stop tormenting me? Don’t you think I am miserable enough?”
The moment she finished saying that, Carter’s movements also stopped.
“Back then, we were always fine. I don’t know since when you and I became strangers.”
He suddenly spoke as if to himself as he continued to wipe Shirley’s body.
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