Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 1295

Chapter 1295

On the contrary, Liam did not expect that Ivy would suddenly be proactive. He was stunned

for a while before engaging in this crazy act once more.

After a long time only then they released themselves from the throes of passion.

Ivy wanted to leave his bed, but she could not get up no matter how she tried. In the end,

she gave in and sank into his arms.

The next day, when she woke up, the sun was already up.

Ivy scanned her surroundings. She did not feel too shocked or disoriented. After all, it was

Liam who was drunk the night before, not her.

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She still remembered clearly what they did the night before. She turned her sore body

around and saw Liam facing her in front of the window.

At that moment, he had a cup in his hand while another hand was in his pocket, looking at her with a darkened

gaze.

Ivy suppressed the unease in her heart. She said to him, "Mister Liam, you tore my clothes off. Can you get me

another set of clothes?"

Liam's gaze fell on her smooth back. The complicated whipped scars looked a little scary.

"Where did the injury on your back come from?" Liam’s tone was cold mixed with confusion.

Ivy looked away and said, "It's none of your business."

Liam walked over to her and grabbed her left hand, showing her the sliced scars. "These too, how did you end up

with this?"

Ivy avoided his gaze. She said slowly, "I have been in pain for as long as Josiah loved Meredith. To lessen the pain,

why not try other methods?"

Would he be satisfied with that answer?

Ivy initially did not want to explain too much, but she was anxious to return at that moment. She had to make him

willing to let her go.

"Did you mean that you committed self-harm by slicing your arm?”

"What? Does it not look like it?"

Liam sneered, "You harm yourself over and over again just for a man that never belongs to you?"

"Yes, every time Mrs. Shelby found out I was harming myself, she would hit me with a whip.

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That is how the injuries on my back come about," Ivy said casually as if she was recounting

another person's story.

She said it so calmly that Liam could not find any flaw in her statement. He still had a lot of

questions, but he did not feel the need to ask. He lit a cigarette and slowly took a puff.

Since his back was facing the light, on top of that smoke was around him. Ivy could not see

his face clearly.

"Mister Liam, do you have clothes?" She asked once more.

Liam ignored her. Thus, she went to the closet to find clothes while covering herself with the

sheets. When she opened the closet, she found a set of ladies' clothes inside. It was an

expensive knitted dress. It looked like it belonged to his fiancee.

The size of the dress fit her well. Ivy thought about Liam’s fiancee, Miss Young, and how she

was almost the same size as her. She put on the dress and walked out of the closet.

Liam was still sitting on the sofa, smoking. Ivy looked at him and said, "Mister Liam, I’ll

borrow this dress. I'll get someone to return it to you this afternoon."