"Stasia!!!"

Stasia was awakened by a sudden shouting. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of gloomy eyes of a man.

She was stunned and then realized that she was lying in a man's room.

Arian looked at Stasia’s petit, charming body with his pupils trembling. He directly threw the bath towel by his hand at her.

Stasia panicked and picked up the bath towel to cover her body. Her clear eyes were blurry by the moist.

Arian got up without glancing at her once again. He turned around and went to the bathroom.

Stasia called him softly, "Brother..."

Before she could finish her words, Arian's sharp gaze swept over. "Brother?"

Because his voice was too cold, it made Stasia shiver. She had to change her tone and timidly called, "Young master..."

She didn’t know why all this happened!

When she came back last night, the room was dark. Before she could adapt to the darkness, a pair of hands stretched out and dragged her into the room.

It was Arian!

Stasia didn't understand why Arian, who was usually self-restrained, could be so drunk.

In the darkness, she smelled alcohol and blood from his body. He pressed her down on the bed, and she couldn't break free at all...

Last night was like a nightmare, one that Stasia never expected to happen to her!

She was about to explain when she saw Arian's strong waist and abdomen wrapped in bandages that were already immersed in blood, and his wound seemed to be still bleeding. 

Before she could ask anything, Arian walked over and pinched her chin, saying in a low voice, “Stasia, never use this way to stay in my home.”

"No, I..." She quickly denied.

She didn’t finish her words but saw the disgust and impatience from Arian's eyes.

Seeing Arian, who behaved completely different from what he used to be, Stasia’s heart sunk.

Outside the door, the maid’s voice sounded, "Isn't... isn't this Miss's clothes? Why are they here?"

Arian let go of Stasia, turning around, and threw a blazer toward her. "Put it on and get out." He ordered coldly.

Stasia was stunned, and her eyes were getting red. He let her go out like this?!

“The people outside were all from the Kinnear family. What would they think of me as?!” Stasia thought in desperation. 

Stasia grabbed Arian by the arm and begged him in a choked voice, "Young master, can you listen to me? Last night I... "

Arian didn't give her any chance to speak and judged in disgust, "Stasia, you're no different from your mother."

Stasia was thrown back onto the bed.

Compared with being rejected to explain, Arian’s ruthless words hurt her much more.

Like a strong slap to the face.

Stasia never intervened in her mother’s decision on every matter.

Her memory was filled with her parents' quarreling. At last, they divorced. 

When Stasia was seven years old, she was brought to the Kinnear family by her mom. They were despised here, and Stasia was asked to plead the cold and proud young master to beg for a better life.  

She understood Arian’s dislike of her, also knowing how he hated being followed by her all day long.

Even if he felt disliked inside and acted cold outside, he never apparently expressed his disgust or scolded Stasia and her mother.

Naturally, Stasia was confused just now that why Arian’s attitude completely changed after leaving home for just a few days.  

Before leaving, he promised to bring the Plum that Stasia liked back!  

"Didn't I make myself clear enough? Get out!"

Arian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

Stasia looked at him in disbelief. Her hands and feet were cold, even including her heart.

She put on the blazer and went out.

Almost all the servants were outside, and they watched Stasia walked out barefooted with messy hair. 

Stasia felt that their gazes were like the burning hot iron, which fiercely damaged her skin.

Jorea quickly reacted and took a blanket to wrap her up and pushed her back into her room.

Stasia sat in a daze. She vaguely heard the voice from the next room, "... Everyone has seen it, are you going to be responsible for her?"