Chapter 84: Maria's Lovebite

Paris leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and stared at the small frame of the red-haired girl as she washed the dishes. He couldn't stop thinking about the tiny red blotch on Maria's neck. It was not a mosquito bite for sure. Millions of questions cramped his mind since he saw it after he saw those pinkish rings. It was hard not to put those two together. Maria was definitely attacked. From her reaction, it must have been Sarkon Ritchie. The hand in his pocket gripped into a tight fist. How dare he touch Maria? How dare he touch what belonged to him? His eyes glowered in fury. Maria must have been too embarrassed to talk about it. They all were. She treated him like family, and he made a move on her. Argh! That a*shole. If only there was something he could do. For now, offering an avenue for help was the only thing he could do. He turned from the kitchen and strode toward the living space and plopped down on the couch. What else co