Chapter 41 Dependence

"Sir and Madame."
The servants were lined up in two rows and greeted them together.
When they saw Clinton carried Sandra out of the car carefully, they were looking at each other, astonished.
One month flying by, even the media reported that it was unlikely Mrs. Green could still be alive, but at that moment she presented in front of them, close with their owner.
But from how she looked, their lady became a .. Retarded woman?
Sandra was curling up in his arms, looked around but then retreated to the arms again.
Strange air.
Pure without fishy smell, which made her unsettled.
She grabbed his collar in doubt.
"Clinton... Are they greeting you? Are you rich?"
On the way the man was very kind to her. He said he was her husband. She fell to the sea when they went out for a tour. But he never gave up to look for her for a month, and finally he found her.
His tone was so genuine when he described how he found her after losing contact with her for a month, so that she couldn't doubt about him at all.
Sandra even felt lucky that she had such a husband who loved her so much before she lost her memory.
Clinton saw all her looks like a tiny miserable animal, which hurt him even more.
He touched her head and put her into his arms.
He seldom embraced her. Only by then realized he that she was so thin, as if a breeze could take her away.
"They greeted you too. ... Yes, we have a lot of money, so don't be afraid, no one dares to bully you here."
His low and tender voice surprised himself too, for he didn't know he was good at it.
"Prepare warm water in the bathtub for the lady."
As soon as Clinton gave the order, his collar was snatched tightly by Sandra.
She was in panic which could be seen even in her hollow eyes.
"Clinton, I don't want to bath."
Before the old couple asked her to take a shower, but in the end their son came in...
Clinton understood immediately. When she was calling his name softly, he felt only aching inside.
For no reason he lowered his head to touch her cheek.
"It's okay. I will take bath for you, no one else will touch you."
Sandra put her head against his chest and frowned her eyebrows to think for a while and then nodded with trust.
The people around were shocked.
They never knew their master could be so gentle. And the most importantly, he was so gentle to their lady whom he didn't like at all.
Didn't the rumor go like the lady betrayed the GreenHood, so that she was dismissed and also lost her title? It looked like it was not the case at all.
If their master knew how they treated their lady...
They were all concerned. The butler responded fast and came over.
"Sir, should we call for the doctor for the lady...?
Clinton looked at the bruises on her face.
"Go ahead."
The servants realized he was calm without the intention to punish them, and they left immediately as they were scared to be the first one to be punished.
The bathtub was filled with warm water with some rose pedals floating.
Sandra had her arms around the man's neck, and it took her a while to get used to the contact with water.
She was afraid of water.
Clinton sighed when seeing her curled-up body was shivering, so that he had to take off his own clothes to go into the tub to embrace her, using the towel to rub her skin.
Sandra couldn't see but just sit there quietly to let him turn her back and forth.
when the towel was near her bosom, she started to cry out in low voice to protect the scar instinctively.
Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Don't look. Disgusting."
Her scar scared that retarded man cry out loud before.
But it didn't matter to her much. In her vague memory, there was a person important to her said.
"When I see the scars all over your body, I felt sick."
Those words were like a key to the door that a lot of fractions of memories went through to her head.
Sandra wanted to put the puzzles together but her head was aching more and more until she couldn't bear it but crying out with hands on her head.
"No, don't dislike me... painful..."
Clinton was frightened with her severe reaction as he knew he hurt her, but when he heard what she said, it seemed that he was struck by a lightening.
It was what he said.
He said her scars made him sick.
He had never thought few words he said out of contempt could be the pain to her forever.
"Don't be scared, don't be afraid, Sandra, nobody dislikes you. It was my fault, I was a bastard..."
Clinton didn't know what to say for a moment, but held her weakly with his chin on her head, repeating the words again and again.
Finally, after a long while Sandra calmed down.
The man lowered his head slowly to kiss on her pink lips.
He dared not to play with her innocence, but just moved lower slowly and kissed on those scars he said that made him sick.
Sandra was still shivering, but didn't push him away.
She trusted him deeply.
Her fair skin made her breasts red and beautiful like in the fairy tale.
Clinton felt his lower body was bulging but he was restraining himself, but just kissed all over her body to console her.
"I had never hated you."
"I love you, Sandra."