Wearing a silk robe, Jason lit up a cigarette, his perfect physique on full display. The scene made Scarlett blush.
He sat down next to her and exhaled a smoke ring, his voice lazy. "Why are you up so early?"
"I went out to buy chocolates. They're handmade and were popular in our grandpa's time. I thought they might like them." Scarlett nudged the trash can aside with her leg.
Jason lounged on the sofa, one leg draped over the other. He wasn't fully awake and just peeked at her with one eye open. He then grabbed her wrist.
Scarlett had scraped her palms badly, and the iodine made the injury on her palm look even worse.
Jason's demeanor turned icy as he asked with a stern tone, "What happened to your hand?"
Bond, standing nearby, was drenched in cold sweat and trembling slightly.
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