Quick Transmigration: The Journey of Meat Eating C89

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Chapter 89

To say he was completely naked wouldn’t be accurate, as Alex was wearing a towel around his waist. However, the towel barely covered his groin, leaving his two strong, long legs exposed, and his pubic hair and penis faintly visible as he walked. He held a silk towel in his right hand, drying his wet hair as he walked. Perhaps because he had just showered, the man’s usually cold and hard features appeared softer, but just looking at his imposing, erect figure made Margaret so nervous that her vest was covered in cold sweat.

“Lily.” Alex casually grabbed a robe from the hanger and draped it over himself. “You’re back?”

“Mmm.” Margaret’s reply was even softer; she lowered her head, almost burying it in her clothes.

Alex was used to his wife’s reaction and didn’t mind. He simply said, “You should get some rest. I’m going to the next room.”

Yes, even when Alex rarely came home, they slept in separate rooms. Margaret had wanted to say something, but hearing this, she swallowed back the courage she had finally mustered.

She wasn’t without frustration, but her timidity had become ingrained, influencing her every word and action. Even Ye Xuan, who had transmigrated from another world, couldn’t help but succumb to the deep-seated inferiority complex in this girl’s heart, driven by the powerful force of empathy. She didn’t even have the courage to speak to Alex, and could only watch helplessly as her husband walked out the door.

But as he passed by her, Alex suddenly stopped.

“You’re injured?” the blond man frowned.

“Ah? Ah…” Margely stammered, then belatedly covered her hand, trying to hide it behind her back.

Alex’s frown deepened. Under Margaret’s terrified gaze, he grabbed the girl’s wrist without a word, lifted her sleeve, and revealed a wound beneath her robe that snaked from the back of her hand to her elbow.

“This is, this is…” Margely tried to explain, but she was too nervous to speak. The man’s aura suddenly turned cold. Was he angry? Margaret thought dejectedly. Sure enough, she was so stupid; he was bound to be angry.

“Was it an injury sustained during classroom practice?” Alex guessed after a moment’s thought. Seeing the girl nod slightly, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the thin arm in his hand. “Come with me,” he said in a low voice, his usually deep and pleasant tone now sounding icy and hard.

Margaret couldn’t help but shiver. “I…” She wanted to refuse, but was helplessly pulled along by Alex, stumbling forward. For some reason, Alex seemed even angrier. After Alex pressed her into a chair, the man took out some medicine from the cabinet. He began to carefully apply it to her wound. Margaret was still somewhat dazed.

He…he wasn’t going to hit me?

It can only be said that although Margaret had secretly loved Alex for many years, she truly didn’t understand this man. Not only Alex’s colleagues, but even some of the noble ladies in Damon City knew that this great knight, though seemingly cold, was actually a very considerate and gentle person.

At this moment, he lowered his eyelids, his slender fingers tracing across the girl’s fair skin, leaving a series of undeniably tingling sensations. Margaret found herself trembling even more violently, unsure whether it was from fear or the overly intimate contact between them.

As husband and wife, the man before her wasn’t unfamiliar with being naked in front of her, but those times were always in the dark. Seeing Alex naked in bright light like this was a first for Margaret.

The water droplets from his shower hadn’t dried yet, sliding slowly down his strong muscles, his broad chest rising and falling gently with his breath. He was practically holding the girl in his arms as he applied ointment to her. This rather aggressive posture made Margely so nervous that she dared not move. She could only stare intently at what was in front of her to distract herself, completely unaware that she had been staring at Alex’s nipple for a quarter of an hour.

“Ahem.” Alex coughed lightly twice. The girl in his arms looked up at the sound. Even through the thick lenses, Alex could still see the confused look in her dark eyes—he suddenly found those glasses extremely displeasing.

Margaret wasn’t nearsighted; she simply preferred to hide herself in the shadows. Both her bangs and glasses were tools for self-protection. Alex knew this perfectly well, and despite being considered very considerate, he suddenly disregarded Margaret’s wishes and reached out to remove the glasses.

“Don’t wear glasses anymore,” he said calmly, but his tone was firm. Margaret was still stunned when she saw him release her arm, which had already been treated with ointment, and turn to leave. Before pushing open the door, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at the girl and said, “I’m on vacation this month. I’ll take you to the academy tomorrow morning.”

With that, the door slammed shut in front of Margaret.