Chapter 215 This Slap Hurts, So Much That It Made Me Numb

This man treated his woman like a goddess, and in time, she transformed into a goddess. If he had regarded her as an old hag, then she would become one. Her time with Jasper seemed to have made her sharper with words. She seemed to become harder to communicate with. She used to hate harsh words, sharp tones, and indifference. All of which she now exuded. She could not go on like this. Stella Grace closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to rest. Jasper Milton looked at her. Her eyelids fluttered, sleep was not coming easily.  He felt very distressed, his heavy breathing washing over her face.  She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. "What do you want?" she asked lazily. "Is your wound getting better?" he asked. His tone was calm, much softer than before. "It's better now. There is a scab over the wound. It won't take long for it to recover completely," she said lightly. She was trying