Chapter 125 Please Remember to Hold Your Tongue

• Myra’s wrist still bore the injuries from the handcuffs the night before. When he held her hand in that moment, she only felt immense pain. With a furious look on her face, she asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
• Sean did not miss the pain on her face earlier. He lowered his head and saw the injuries on her wrist. Then, his expression immediately changed “What’s this?”
• It was not just the hand he was holding; her other hand also had similar blue-black bruises on her wrist.