Chapter 334

Alston gasped sharply. His eyebrows twitched uncontrollably as he suppressed the urge to cry out in pain. "It hurts a bit, bear with it." Alston snorted coldly. Did Cecilia set him up? "Cut the nonsense." Cecilia fell silent, her back stiff with pain almost dominating Alston's senses, a burning sensation that caused a fine layer of sweat to bead on his forehead. It was a pain impossible to ignore. Alston closed his eyes. A soft, warm hand covered his forehead, gently wiping away the sweat. He opened his lashes to meet Gladys' distinct black and white eyes. "What are you doing?" Gladys carefully wiped his sweat. "Dad, fortunately, you didn't injure your face, or it would have looked ugly." Alston choked. What did it matter if a man looked a little ugly? He wasn't some desperate young woman waiting to be married, so what good was being good-looking? "Get away!" Gladys paid no heed to Alston's words. "Dad, does it hurt?" Alston replied, "...What do you think?" Though his voice sounded no