Chapter 870

His suit had a large stain of her saliva, but Anderson didn't mind and acted as if he hadn't noticed. He was completely unbothered. Mayra sat on the couch while Anderson knelt on one knee, holding her injured wrist. His gaze was grave and full of anger, but he didn't say a single harsh word. "Given your current state, how are you going to explain yourself when you return to the Sawyer family and they ask about it?" Anderson looked up, and Mayra sheepishly turned her head to the side while saying, "Even if I don't go back there, I won't stay here." Moments earlier, Mayra had accidentally moved her injured hand in her panic. The bandage was quickly soaked with blood. Anderson gripped her slender fingertips. Her palms weren't soft. Instead, they were rough and calloused, remnants of the work she used to do. There were also scars from sharp cuts that had healed over time. His deep gaze shifted from her palm to the alarming wound. "I'll lock you up and break your legs if you run aroun