A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman novel Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

Bethany was still half asleep and had forgotten about the mark on her face. Her expression was indifferent as she said, “It’s nothing. My mom hit me.”

Silas‘ frown deepened. “Did you put medicine on it? Why did she hit you?”

Bethany laughed bitterly. “Because I told her I wanted to cut ties with her. I guess I made her angry. I’m sorry, but I don’t plan to invite her to our wedding.”

Bethany thought Silas valued her status as Gary’s stepdaughter more than anything, and she’d almost forgotten that their marriage was an agreement.

If she lost that identity, she wondered if Silas would still want to marry her.

“If you think my status too lowly, I’ll understand. I won’t mind if you want to find another wife. Our wedding hasn’t happened yet, and we haven’t even taken wedding photos-”

“Who said I cared about such a thing?”

Bethany often drove him crazy. But seeing the red mark on her cheek, he felt his heart ache.

“Did you put medicine on it?”

Bethany froze, then shook her head. “No.”

“Wait here.” Silas turned and left.

Bethany didn’t understand what he meant, but she obediently leaned against the doorframe and waited. She didn’t crawl back under the covers, even though her eyelids were fighting to stay open.

Before long, he returned carrying a medical kit.

Silas looked at Bethany before him. Her light brown hair fell over her shoulders, still messy at the crown from just waking up.

The swelling on her cheek somehow made her look even more fragile.

His breathing grew heavier. He bent down and scooped her up with one arm. The woman who’d been drowsy a moment ago was now fully awake.

“Silas, what are you doing?”

He carried her into the bedroom and carefully set her down on the soft bed. “Nothing. Just putting some medicine on you.”

Bethany was surprised. Had Silas just been concerned about her?

She watched as he bent his head, searching intently through the kit. When he looked up, he held a tube of white ointment.

Silas took a cotton swab and carefully applied the medicine. He leaned in close, his warm breath falling on her cheek.

Bethany felt slightly uncomfortable and tried to pull back, but Silas firmly held her waist in place.

“Don’t move. Did you forget we’re taking wedding photos this weekend? If you don’t use the ointment, the swelling won’t go

down by then.”

Bethany understood now. It was all for the wedding photos.

She stopped trying to pull away and sat still. Their warm breaths mingled intimately in the space between them.

His warm breath felt like an electric current, making her tingle as heat rushed to her cheeks.

The man applying her medicine frowned again.

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