CHAPTER 143 LATE NIGHT VISIT

Dark Knight didn't say a word; he watched Marai intently. Marai didn't ask anything either; there was only the sound of the butterfly knife slicing through the air in the room. After playing with the knife for a few moments, Marai tossed it casually towards Dark Knight. He instinctively caught it, paused for a moment, then grinned, asking, "Is this for me?" "Yes," Marai replied, looking down. She wasn't wearing slippers, her bare calves dangling above the ground. The night on Crescent Island was a bit chilly; her fair, round toes curled slightly. Dark Knight noticed and carefully picked up the butterfly knife. Then, he picked up her slippers from the floor and gently held Marai's ankle. Marai glanced at him; Dark Knight expression didn't change, but his smile widened a bit more. He seemed devout as he put the slippers on Marai. Marai placed her other foot on Dark Knight’s thigh. Dark Knight’s legs were marked with bruises, and his pants had a large tear revealing bruised flesh. M