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Part 35
Jaxter nodded once, appearing either obedient or completely indifferent and just agreeing with Hayle's words. Hayle took a breath before she glanced at his hand; the back of it looked bruised and scratched. He hadn't been given any medication. Hayle remembered how crazily this man had beaten Carlos back then; was this the result? "That..." Hayle was about to ask about Jaxter's visibly painful hand, perhaps as painful as the wounds on his face, but at that moment, the apartment doorbell rang. "Just rest," Jaxter immediately restrained Hayle, who was about to open the door. Instead, he did it himself. Hayle let him; after all, if she resisted, he would just force her back to sit down again. Jaxter walked towards the door, assuming it might be Roberto bringing breakfast for them. However,
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