My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Bitten

Ivory sat in her chelanvers, staring at the clock. She was afraid to sleep. She didn't want a repeat of what happened the last time.

A part of her was still trying to convince her that it was all in her head. That she probably for the scratches from thrashing.

But the injuries were too deep to have been her nails and the doctor confirmed it too.

Styles walked into the room and this time, she was well aware of his presence.

“My love,” she smiled.

“Why are you still awake? It's pretty late,” he asked then glanced at the baby's cot, “was she giving you trouble?”

“A little but I'm glad she's asleep now. I didn't expect you to come in so soon,” she said. Of a truth, she didn't expect him to come to her chambers at all.

She was afraid he would easily notice the marks. Although she was fully clothed, she could feel the lust as his eyes roamed her body.

“You're a bit overdressed, don't you think?” He spoke up and she bit her lip.

“I was catching a cold,” she lied.

“Are you feverish?” H