Chapter 169 The Heartless Michael Thorn

• Inside the quiet sanctuary of the castle, Michael settled Evelyn gently onto the plush living room sofa. Maintaining a freezing, unreadable expression, he marched straight into the executive kitchen, retrieved a handful of ice blocks from the freezer, and wrapped them in a clean cloth.
• He knelt before her, gently pressing the cold compress against her swollen cheek. His dark eyes softened with an intense, quiet devotion. "Does it still hurt?"
• Evelyn tilted her head into the pressure, placing her own small hand over his massive palm to hold the ice in place. She offered him a playful, dazzling smile. "Mr. Thorn, since you're personally administering the medical treatment, the pain has completely vanished!"