Ch. 226..230: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 226-230
Chapter 226
Don't be too rough, okay?
No woman wants to be treated roughly without consent. Especially with your size, any woman would cry if you do it too rough.
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Vernon's eyes widened instantly. He paused again, but this time, his eyes wide open and jaw dropped out of disbelief.
The note was obviously written by Chloe because it had the same handwriting style as the previous one.
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"Is she for real?" Vernon asked himself. He could still guess that everything was just a misunderstanding with the previous note because it could be seen that Chloe was just looking out for him.
But he couldn't make the same reason with this note.
"Obviously, she wants me to treat her gently before going rough," Vernon concluded, and he started feeling guilty.
"Did I go too rough on her before? Nobody ever complained about me getting rough," Vernon wondered. "Is she the type that wants to do a gentle foreplay before going rough? Fuck, I didn't know that."
He hadn't had real sex with Chloe, not yet, at least. Because he wanted her to fatten up first since she was alarmingly thin, and he knew it would be absolutely painful for Chloe to have sex, especially if she got fucked by an eight-inch.
"I can't defend her anymore. This note— she is obviously trying to seduce me! FUCK!" Vernon slammed the table out of frustration.
He was ready to call it off and concluded that Chloe was just trying to take care of him— as a Big sister figure.
But not anymore.
"I thought she's not interested in me," Vernon mumbled. "But I might be wrong all this time."
She was trying to rile him up, inviting him to come to her room and using the condom to fuck her silly.
He didn't know if Chloe wanted him to be a romantic partner or simply a fuck buddy. Either way, he would be more than willing to spend the night and fuck her until the sun rose.
Vernon's pants got tight again, and it started to get painful as his dick was rock hard under the trousers right now.
Vernon started rubbing his bulge again, and his rock-hard cock twitched, demanding to be set free. He gritted his teeth and got up from the chair.
His eyes darted at the staircase near the kitchen leading to the lower floor. He didn't know if Chloe was already asleep or not since it was already late at night.
But in his imagination, Chloe must've been sitting on the sofa downstairs, naked— or with a set of kinky purple or red lingerie, leaning sensually on the sofa while waiting for Vernon to come down and fuck her all night with the ultra-thin condom that she bought.
The imagination was like a burst of explosion in Vernon's mind. It was too much for his poor brain to handle.
His cock was getting too painful, and he couldn't wait to go downstairs and feast upon his real dinner.
Vernon unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the trouser, and unzipped the pants. His cock was fully erect, with the tip peeking out of his underwear.
Vernon started rubbing the tip, but his eyes were focused on the stairs leading to the lower floor.
His mind started playing tricks on him again. He kept imagining Chloe in various lingeries, toys, and even various postures. His imagination was endless when the woman in his fantasy was her.
Vernon's legs started moving out on their own. He walked to the stair but halted before taking the first step on the staircase.
"Wait, Vernon Phoenix Gray, wait-the-fucking-moment," Vernon tried to clear his muddled mind a little.
"You don't know what waits for you down there. If the stimulation is too much, you might not be able to control yourself," Vernon reminded himself.
He was a rough man, even in sex. The more he liked the woman in bed, the rougher he got.
And he simply knew he would go crazy when he saw her wearing stuff he liked.
He didn't want to scare her, nor did he want to hurt her. His heart was in too much pain when he saw her trauma reaction, and he assumed he also had sexual trauma.
"No, I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to lose control and become way too rough on her," Vernon murmured.
"Besides… She is still way too thin. I might accidentally break her fragile body if I do it now," Vernon said.
The first thing that came to his mind when he saw Chloe's naked body for the first time was how sexy she was and how fragile she looked.
She had perfect boobs, nice ass, and smooth skin like porcelain.
But her protruding bone concerned, and he knew he would hurt her if he thrust everything deep inside.
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Vernon gnashed his teeth and clenched his fist as he tried to gather his willpower, "No, not now, Vernon. She might be seducing you right now. But she doesn't know the fire she's playing with."
"She will be in so much pain, and you will only contribute as one of the perpetrator who triggered her sexual trauma in the end," Vernon continued feeding his mind with rationality, as much as he hated it.
He was more of a spontaneous man. He would do it first and think later.
But Chloe was different, her pain was his pain, and her pleasure was also his pleasure.
"Not now. You need to make sure she's healthy physically and mentally first, then you can finally feast on your meal, Vernon," Vernon said to himself.
He finally turned around despite all the unwillingness in his heart. If he followed his lust, he would probably toss Chloe and fucked her crazy right now.
But she wasn't just a random whore outside;
"She is special, so don't you dare hurt her."
Vernon walked away from the kitchen while grumbling, "I will make sure to fuck her everyday once we solved this problem."
His dick was still rock hard, and he was thinking about jacking off in his bed to relieve his lust.
He walked towards his bedroom, but he stopped right before he opened the bedroom door.
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He paused for a moment and turned around. He walked to the main door of his penthouse instead, heading to the parking lot.
Chapter 227
[Explicit jack-off scene.]
Vernon walked towards his bedroom, but he stopped right before he opened the bedroom door.
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He paused for a moment and turned around. He walked to the main door of his penthouse instead, heading to the parking lot. He still had the same intention, that he wanted to jack off and release his desire, so he would have a good night's sleep.
But to do it in his bedroom might not be as stimulating and rewarding for him.
So he walked into the parking lot, heading straight to his parked car in the basement. He pressed the car key and entered his car.
Vernon sat for a while and looked down.
"Darn it, why are you still hard? Do we really need to do this?" Vernon cursed as his rock-hard cock still demanded to be rubbed and serviced.
Vernon sighed defeatedly and pulled down his trouser and boxer. His cock sprung up instantly. Under the dim light of the basement lot, Vernon could see his cock twitching, and the tip was already leaking precum.
"Unbelievable…" Vernon murmured. He could usually last for at least an hour or two when having sex with any woman. But now, he was just thinking about Chloe— not even touching her, and he was already leaking precum?!
What kind of lust spell did she put on him?!
Vernon grabbed the shaft of his thick and veiny dick and started slowly stroking it up and down. He leaned on the chair and closed his eyes.
His mind started creating vivid imagery of the woman that made him hard as a rock right now, the woman who dared to seduce him even though he was trying to hold himself.
"Fuck, I don't know what's her intention, but this is literally torture," Vernon complained.
Despite his annoyance, he was easily led by the nose, and the figure of Chloe was vividly pictured in his mind.
In his mind, Chloe was wearing thin black lingerie that basically covered nothing, but it made her look even more sensual than simply being plain naked.
She lay on his bed, looking at Vernon with a succubus-like grin on her face. She trailed her hand from her neck down to her boobs before patting her pussy gently.
Her sweet voice asked, 'Do you like what I wear right now?'
"Ugh… yes, I… I like it…." Vernon groaned and replied clearly, even though Chloe's voice was only in his head right now.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Vernon leaked even more precum, and it flowed down from the bulbous tip of his cock to his veiny shaft. The image of Chloe seducing him was too much for his poor cock that hadn't found its proper release for months.
'Boy, you look so eager, why don't you teach me a thing or two about sex. You claimed to be longer, harder, and bigger than your Big brother. I don't like a boy who's all talk, you know?' Chloe said, and she giggled coquettishly.
"Ahh— fuck yes! I'm… I'm better, bigger, longer, harder than my Big brother! I will prove it to you, I will show you that you only need mine!" Vernon claimed out loud in his car.
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
He stroked his dick even faster than before, his chest rising up and down, and his breath was getting heavier. His desire had overtaken him, and his vivid imagination about Chloe was like a strong aphrodisiac that made him hallucinate, making him unable to discern the difference between imagination and reality.
Chloe licked her lips in his imagination. She started playing with the string of her thin black panties that basically covered nothing and said;
'Do you want to take this lingerie off? I know that you're obsessing over my panties, right, boy?'
"Fuck! Yes! I— I love it when you're wearing lingerie, Chloe!" Vernon replied loudly and shamelessly. In his imagination, his free hand twitched as if wanting to strip the black lingerie off Chloe's body.
Vernon could not deny that he loved the image of Chloe wearing various styles of lingerie. Lingerie was basically his fetish, which was why he liked seeing other women he hooked up with wearing lingerie.
But deep down, he knew he was lusting over those women because of the lingerie, not because of the women wearing them.
But it was different when Chloe was the one who wore it.
Because he knew that Chloe + lingerie was a deadly combo worth dying for.
His free hand felt empty as he wanted to touch the black lingerie, and he knew well what he should do to relieve this obsession.
It was also the reason why he jacked off in his car.
Vernon opened his eyes, and his gaze was solely focused on the dashboard glove box where he stored random stuff.
He opened the glove box and saw kinky black panties that were the exact same lingerie in his imagination just now.
He retrieved these panties when Chloe and he spent the night in his room when he was stupid drunk that night.
He had always been self-conscious about the existence of the black lingerie in his car and ought to throw it away many times.
But he never had the willpower to throw it away and decided to keep it inside his glove box for no reason.
Until this day, of course.
Vernon picked up the black lingerie and crumpled it with his free hand. He put the crumpled lingerie right under his nose and sniffed deep.
His eyes rolled up, and his cock started twitching and throbbing uncomfortably.
"Ugh… it's her lingerie that rubbed on her pussy lips… I love this," Vernon murmured while speaking vulgar stuff.
He took another deep sniff. Unfortunately, the scent was no longer there since it's been inside his car for days, but the psychological pleasure combined with his imagination made it ten times better than it actually was.
"I want the one she just wear, but this will do…."
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"Ugh... this is her lingerie that rubbed on her pussy lips... I love this," Vernon murmured while speaking vulgar stuff. "I want the one she just wears, but this will do for now...."
Vernon couldn't hide the obsession in his eyes. He took another sniff and started stroking even faster than before.
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!
"Urgh! Fuck! I love your smell, Chloe," Vernon said. He could feel something surging from his balls rising up to the tip of his cock. His eyes looked down at his cock and the crumpled lingerie in his hand. He followed his instinct by kissing the lingerie a few times before his cock twitched and cummed.
"ARGH! Fuck! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Vernon's sight turned white for a second, and his big dick erupted semen like a geyser. He shot so high until his cum hit the car ceiling, and then his face, steering wheel, and also the front windscreen.
Vernon slumped on the car chair as he tried to regulate his breath.
His chest was still rising up and down, and he breathed heavily for at least five minutes straight. Because the pleasure he got for jacking off while kissing Chloe's lingerie was amazing, so amazing that he ejaculated way too quickly.
"Damn it, Vernon. You're not a teenage boy. You have tons of experience, why are you cumming so quickly? Fucking embarassing!" Vernon blamed and cursed at himself.
He didn't want to be looked down on, especially by that woman. What would happen if they did it and he ejaculated in less than a minute?
"Fuck, I'd rather bury myself if that actually happen."
Vernon finally opened his eyes after ten minutes of resting. He looked around his car and realized he had made a terrible mess.
His semen was thick, white, and sticky, spread everywhere in his car; the steering wheel, the car ceiling, his face, the front windscreen.
His semen also splattered everywhere on the passenger seat next to his and the shifting gear.
"Fuck...." Vernon cursed slowly.
The post-nut clarity hit him hard, and he just realized the mess that he had made in his car.
Of course, he couldn't just bring this car to the car wash and let someone else clean the inside. Because his semen was too obvious, knowing how white and thick, it looked.
So, he had to clean it by himself.
He grumbled and looked down to find the tissue but then paused when he saw the crumpled black lingerie still in his hand.
Somehow, the vivid image of Chloe grinning at him and inviting him to do the second round came to his mind again. He shook it off quickly because his cock twitched and got hard again in response.
"No, there's no way I'm going for the second! I don't want my fucking car to be covered with cum! ARGH!"
Vernon threw the lingerie back into the glove box and closed it shut. He pulled many tissues and started by wiping his cock, which was still rock hard and wet because of the combination of precum and semen.
Then, he wiped his face to get rid of the sweat and the semen sticking to his cheek.
After he pulled his underwear up, he started cleaning his car until he spotted zero white stuff sticking around.
"O--Okay, all clean now," Vernon said nervously.
He finally zipped and buckled his trouser before coming out of the car.
He walked like a penguin because he was still uncomfortable with his rock-hard dick.
For some reason, only looking at that damn lingerie for a few seconds was enough to incite his lust to the fullest.
"Damn it, stop being hard, Vernon! You already did it half an hour ago! Why are you hard again?!" Vernon complained to no avail. He entered his penthouse and sneaked to his bedroom.
Before he entered his bedroom, he looked around the kitchen across his room. He was disappointed because he didn't see any sign of Chloe anywhere, and the food on the table was untouched.
His stomach grumbled again, much to his disdain, and he decided to walk to the dining table and eat everything that had been prepared by his Big sis Chloe.
Vernon saw the two packs of condoms again and picked them up this time.
"I swear I will use all of this on her when I can finally have my fill! Damn it, how could she seduce me when I'm trying hard not to touch her?"
**
Meanwhile, Chloe was busy in her bedroom. She checked on Mackie's math homework to see whether she had answered everything correctly before turning them in tomorrow.
She has done this since Mackie entered elementary school. Whenever Mackie made a mistake, she would patiently teach her daughter until she understood what was wrong with her answer.
Chloe was pleased after confirming that her daughter answered everything perfectly.
"Well, Mackie is pretty smart, so homework like this should be a piece of cake for her."
Chloe stretched her limbs and jumped on the bed. She checked on her phone to see any text and just realized there was a text from Vernon ten minutes ago.
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From: Vernon
Good dinner.
I'll keep the condom and use it later. Don't regret giving this to me.
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Chloe frowned after she read the text, "Regret it, why? I'm just looking out for him. I don't want him to catch random STDs outside."
"Well, I don't know what's in his mind. But I'm glad he keeps the condom," Chloe said nonchalantly.
Chloe knew Vernon was a vigorous young man with a high sex drive, so she texted back.
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To: Vernon
No problem, just tell me if you need more, okay?
I'll give it to you, as much as you like.
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Chloe chucked as she sent the text. She had just realized that her cute little Vernon was now a big man and would be able to talk about adult stuff, just like what he said back then.
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'Big sis! When I'm an adult, you must talk about adult stuff with me! I don't want to miss it!'
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Chloe chucked as she sent the text. She had just realized that her cute little Vernon was now a big man and would be able to talk about adult stuff, just like what he said back then.
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'Big sis! When I'm an adult, you must talk about adult stuff with me! I don't want to miss it!'
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"Well, now we're talking about adult stuff," Chloe smiled as she put her phone beside her pillow. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze as flashes of nostalgia came to her mind.
She kept thinking about little Vernon, the young master so stubborn and wilful.
He was always well-known to be a kid who liked to destroy things, no matter how expensive it was. But since he was spoiled rotten by his family, he didn't understand-- nor try to understand that he couldn't destroy everything just because he liked it.
So Chloe had to reprimand him many times.
Chloe smiled when she fondly remembered her times with cute little Vernon, and that memory was actually a core memory of Vernon.
So, no matter how much of an asshole Vernon could be, Chloe couldn't hate him. She would compromise or maybe scold him a little, but that was it.
"Ah, to think about it... I don't think I'm that scared of Vernon..." Chloe murmured. "He is not a bad man, he's certainly ruthless. But between him and Vincent, it's like picking the lesser evil, and that would be Vernon...."
Chloe fully knew why she avoided Vernon was because she got uncomfortable looking at his face.
After what happened last night when Vernon accidentally triggered her trauma, Chloe couldn't see Vernon without thinking about Vincent.
His appearance was so similar to Vincent's. His face, voice, and gesture, even how he smiled or smirked.
"He's also bigger... he's basically the more intimidating version of Vincent...."
Chloe knew that it was Vernon, not Vincent.
But whenever Vernon raised his voice and glared at him, her body instantly turned weak, and she would tremble from head to toe.
Her survival instinct told her to get the fuck out, and she tried to minimize encounters with Vernon to avoid confrontation since Vernon had a bad temper.
"Ah, I don't know... I just hope that he doesn't pry on my problem...." Chloe thought as she wanted to push Vernon away. Just like how she pushed everyone away. "I don't want Vincent to target him-- or anyone. Only I know the extent that Vincent would do just to prove his point that he was better than everyone."
"The more Vernon knows about me, the more he will get involved, and Vincent will surely destroy him..."
Chloe closed her eyes and curled her body into a ball as she hugged her own legs to feel safer;
"Vincent-- he told me that he will hurt anyone who's close to me, and I don't want that to happen."
"So let me bear this pain alone..."
**
Vernon had just finished taking a bath and came out of the bathroom with only a bath towel covering his lower body.
He dried his hair when he heard the sound of a notification on his phone.
His body tensed immediately because he knew who had just texted him back.
He was a little nervous about her response, but he sent the text before as a sign of sarcasm since Chloe dared to seduce him despite knowing well that Vernon couldn't touch her.
He put on the hairdryer and picked up his phone to open the text sent by Chloe just now;
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From: Chloe
No problem, just tell me if you need more, okay?
I'll give it to you, as much as you like.
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...
...
Vernon paused for a moment as he reread the last sentence at least ten times before he clenched his phone and threw it on the bed;
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
Vernon was venting his frustration by ruffling his freshly dried hair. He walked back and forth around his room while complaining, "How could she say that to me? I've been taking a cold bath just now so I can calm down, and now--"
Vernon took off his bath towel, and his fully erect cock sprung up again. He yelled right in front of the phone on the bed;
"--Look what you've done to me! I'm rock hard again!"
"God-fucking-damn-it! Do you know how hard it is for me to take an ice cold shower in the middle of the night?!"
Vernon kept yelling at the phone frustratedly. In his imagination, Chloe giggled as she kept teasing him like this.
"Is this some kind of revenge after what I did before? Because I've been harsh on her, that's why she used her strongest weapon to taunt and torment me?!"
"Fuck, why am I dancing in her palms right now?!"
Vernon was convinced that Chloe did this out of spite, but he also had a resolution in his heart, "Just wait until you've finally opened up to me about your trauma, I will fatten you up and then eat you every fucking day! FUCK THIS! ARGH!"
Vernon kicked the bedpost and threw his body at the bed. He was still naked, with his dick standing high like a flag pole.
He didn't really want to do the second round of masturbation because he actually felt pathetic to do so. But he knew he couldn't fall asleep with his cock fully erect. He needed to release his tension first, then close his eyes for a good night's sleep.
"Vernon Phoenix Gray, who's never lacking in any woman wanting to jump on my bed. Now you're pathetically jacking off twice in one night alone, because she keeps teasing you while you can't touch her," Vernon announced, then chuckled at the ridiculousness of this new fact. "Ah, what a fucking joke."
Vernon stared at his cock that twitched, ready for the second round, and he scoffed as he grabbed the veiny shaft;
"It can't be helped."
Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.
Chapter 230
Chloe woke up the next morning with an alarm. She stretched her arms and checked the clock. She was relieved that it was still five in the morning, so she had enough
time to prepare separate breakfast for Mackie and Vernon.
She went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror. She looked a little tired, but that was understandable since yesterday was a long day.
She also noticed that the long wound on her cheek inflicted by Chelsea had dried out and become scabs. So it was safe to peel off the band-aids.
Chloe took off the band-aids slowly, and she was quite satisfied with the recovery speed, "Okay, now I can use make-up to conceal the scab... is that even possible though?"
She already saw herself as ugly, so she wanted to look presentable despite her shortcomings.
"Maybe I should use a mask today, that should be easier than applying make-up."
Chloe went upstairs to start cooking in Vernon's kitchen.
"Oh, he ate everything-- and took the condoms. Great!" Chloe smiled in satisfaction. She put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher before she started cooking.
"Ah, good thing I can use the dishwasher here," Chloe murmured as she started preparing the ingredients from the kitchen.
She couldn't use the dishwasher in Vincent's mansion. The maids could use it, but when she was using it, Vincent would say that she was a stupid woman who didn't know how to save money and wasted a lot of water and electric bills.
So she was forced to manually wash the dishes in the kitchen sink as a punishment for being a stupid wife.
Chloe scoffed as she chopped the vegetables, "He is a literal billionaire. I know that he is doing that just to bully me..."
Chloe didn't know what Vincent was thinking and why he had to bully her so badly. She was never close to any man because she wasn't allowed to go and hang out with her old friends, let alone with a man.
She had never cheated because she believed in commitment.
So, she didn't understand what she did wrong to make him treat her like trash.
...
"The answer is because I'm not good enough," Chloe suddenly answered her own question. "He keeps telling me that I'm born poor as shit, so I don't deserve a husband like him...."
"In a sense, that's true. I don't deserve to be treated like shit by a husband like him--"
Chloe grew irritated as she kept thinking about Vincent. She was mostly scared of him, but behind the fear lies anger as she felt wronged for the past ten years by that bastard.
She started venting her anger by lifting the knife like a guillotine when cutting the vegetables and meat ruthlessly. She also made a loud noise when she used a spatula to stir-fry the food in the pan.
She stopped for a second, afraid that Vernon might have woken up when she was busy venting her anger.
But then, she realized that Vernon's room was basically soundproof, and he slept like a log most of the time. So there was no need to worry.
Thus, she kept venting her anger by making loud noises while cooking. It was her only way to vent a little because in Vincent's mansion, she couldn't even make the slightest noise without being called a noisy bitch by Vincent.
Little did she know, Vernon was already awake about fifteen minutes ago.
He was a little thirsty and wanted to go to the kitchen for water.
But when he opened his door slightly, he saw the petite back of Chloe preparing breakfast in the kitchen. He halted his step and hid behind the door while watching Chloe's back.
She was busy cooking, as always. But the aura around her told Vernon that she was feeling irritated for an unknown reason.
She started cutting the veggies as if she was giving them a death sentence, making lots of noises with the kitchen utensils.
She was venting her anger, and Vernon couldn't lie that he was a bit intimidated by her.
'Holy shit, did I do something wrong? Why is she angry this early in the morning? I doubt it's about Mackie, she's so gentle to that feisty little devil, it's not even fair for me,' Vernon thought.
He couldn't see her face as she was facing her back the whole time, but in Vernon's imagination, Chloe must've looked vicious while cursing someone who made her mad.
Verno had never seen Chloe being mad after ten years. But he knew how scary Big sis Chloe could be when she was mad. Because Vernon had been reprimanded, scolded, or even punished by Chloe many times when he was a kid.
Though, all the scolding and punishment were justified because Vernon also acknowledged how much of a troublemaker he was, especially since he couldn't control his urge to destroy things for entertainment and the shock factor of the people around him.
After so much scolding and punishment as a kid, Vernon slowly developed respect based on fear towards his Big sis Chloe. She was the only one he was scared of offending, and he would stop doing whatever prank he pulled when Big sis Chloe yelled at him to stop.
'Wait, it's not me, right? I'm not the one who makes her angry, right, RIGHT?' Vernon started panicking. He got nervous and scared that he might be scolded by his Big sis Chloe.
He tried to remember if he had done anything wrong, but he couldn't find any reason. Other than yelling and bullying her a few times, he didn't do anything vicious. At least, that was what he wanted to believe.
Vernon gulped as he kept observing Chloe's back.
Chloe finally turned around and walked to the dining table with two plates of food for his breakfast.
However...
Vernon's eyes widened instantly when he saw long scabs covering her cheek, the wounds seemed to be a wound inflicted by a sharp nail, and stretched from the edge of her lips to her earlobe.
"WHAT THE--!?"