I shook off his hand, tears welling up in my eyes.

His behavior just now was definitely not something a normal person would do.

I hurriedly got up and tried to run outside, but he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Leonard begged me not to run out like this. He pointed to the bruises on my neck and said, "If you leave like this, Lily will see the marks and she’ll definitely tell my mother. My mother thinks I’m fine, but if she sees you like this, she’ll be very worried."

What do you mean everything is fine?

I took a deep breath and said, "Leonard, tell me the truth. What happened to you just now?"

Leonard held me in his arms and looked at the marks on my neck with a distressed expression.

He explained that he had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder.

There had been no recurrences in the past few years, so he had stopped taking his medication.

"I don't know what happened just now. But the doctor said that even though my condition is well-controlled, I still need to be careful not to get too excited. Maybe I was a little too excited last night."

I cursed in my heart, "damn it, it wasn’t just a little."

Looking at Leonard's expression, it seemed as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

I had thought about it before. Leonard was handsome and tall, wealthy, with a gentle personality.

If such a good man didn't have some physical or psychological problems, would Grace have pushed him towards us?

However, compared to being innately perverted, a psychological problem caused by stress-induced trauma seemed a bit more manageable.

I turned around and looked into Leonard's eyes. After a while, I said, "Look, does the wound on my neck look like a curve in Euclidean space?"

Leonard's eyes lit up, he hugged me and kissed my neck.

At that moment, my cell phone rang.

It was Ivy. She called to wish me a happy wedding and said she would come to see me with her boyfriend Evan later.

I knew that she would be eager to see her "own masterpiece."

She would probably hope to see me tortured by Leonard, unable to get out of bed, with my body covered in bruises.

I hung up the phone and looked at Leonard with twinkling eyes.

I said, if you don’t want me to tell Grace, I can let you off this time, but don’t ever do it again.

However, my sister will be here soon, and you have to listen to me.

Leonard nodded repeatedly, and I felt relieved.

Just as Ivy was looking forward to meeting me, I was also looking forward to her shocked expression when she came to my house later.

She must have wondered why her perverted husband from her previous life was now wearing a pastoral lace apron, cooking, while I—

I leaned lazily on the sofa, with a flushed face.

"Elaine, are you feeling unwell?"

Ivy rushed over with concern, took my hand, and looked me up and down as if I were an animal.

She was obviously disappointed to see that I was neither missing an arm nor a leg.

"Nothing, sis. I'm fine. My waist just hurts a little."

I rolled lazily on the sofa like a cat. Leonard set the table for the meal and then lovingly lifted me up from the sofa.

He glanced at Ivy and smiled as gently as a spring breeze.

Seeing Ivy's mouth wide open,

I chuckled inwardly.

I guess she still didn't want to believe it?

How could the perverted husband from her previous life suddenly turn into such a good man in this life?

She didn’t believe it, so she grabbed my arm and looked up and down my waist, abdomen, chest, and shoulders.

She thought I must have internal injuries.

However, I could run and jump swiftly. I didn't look like I had been abused.

Only when Leonard sat next to me did I lean softly into his arms.

Even across the table of delicious food, I could feel Ivy's teeth grinding in frustration.

"I thought you were going to tell your sister."

After Ivy left, Leonard looked at me seriously.

Obviously, it was the display of affection I had shown in front of Ivy that made Leonard feel confused.

"Are you also... afraid that your relatives will worry?"

Leonard suddenly stood up and rummaged through the drawers to find a box.

Put the things inside in front of me one by one.

He said, this is a mace, this is a vise, and this is industrial capsaicin.

"Elaine, if I attack you indiscriminately again next time, don't go easy on me."

He looked at me with such clear eyes, so sincere that I even felt a little guilty.

I tucked my pillow and hid the "torture box" I had prepared a little deeper.

These are not necessary. The ones I prepared are for self-defense, but the upgraded ones he prepared are for self-harm!

I finally figured out how my sister's teeth and nails were pulled out in her previous life.

"Elaine, although I don't remember what happened to me before, I know that my mother has been worried about my illness for many years. I finally met a girl who likes math as much as you do and shares the same interests with me. Can you... give me another chance and don't leave me in a hurry?"

I looked into Leonard's clear eyes, and my gaze moved up from his left temple. Hidden beneath his thick hair was a prominent and hideous old scar.

I felt a little sad, recalling how Grace had been somewhat similar to my grandmother.

They all strive to provide the best for their children.

But some people aren't born deserving of such love, like Ivy.

My grandmother knew that her personality was different from mine, that she was more sensitive and more vain, so she tried her best to prioritize meeting her needs from childhood to adulthood. However, her desires could never be satisfied, and she even blamed Grandma for not being able to give her a better upbringing and material comforts.

I could endure Ivy's suppression and bullying of me, but I could never forgive her for the cruelty she inflicted upon my grandmother, who had raised us for many years, all to coerce my submission.

Seeing my eyes well up, Leonard hurriedly asked what was wrong.

I shook my head, and plugged in my headphones.

Just now, while Ivy was in the bathroom, I slipped a recorder into her bag.