Julian said without thinking, "Ms. Chapman, you're lying. How did you get blood on your skirt?"
Marilyn looked down. She didn't feel it but the wound was bleeding.
She looked up and saw Malcolm looking at her with a gloomy face.
She instantly felt like she had made a big mistake and was caught red-handed.
At that moment, Marilyn seemed to hear the roar of the furious lion in Malcolm's heart.
She curled her hands slightly, like a child who had done something wrong with her head bowed, not daring to look at Malcolm.
Malcolm looked at her knee. That faint trace of blood stung his eyes. A flash of anger rose inside him as he felt an impulse to strangle her.
She literally dared to conceal it from him.
He quickly squatted in front of her, carefully moving up her skirt with his slender fingers.
There was a vertical wound that covered the old scar on her knee.
He could see the shape of the old scar, which had been there for many years. It was slightly white in an irregular L-shape.
Malcolm was suddenly stunned as a heart-wrenching scene occurred to him.
He remembered that it was raining heavily when he quarreled with his father, and Carolyn was at his home. He left in anger and ran wildly in the rain. Carolyn, who always liked to be with him, followed him without hesitation.
However, she slipped on the sidewalk outside the villa. Her knees fell precisely on the broken glass. Back then, she was so young.
She was both afraid and worried about him. Ignoring her wound, she cried out to him.
"Malcolm, come back. Please. Don't go. If you're not happy at home, you can live in my house."
He knew that she had followed him out and he couldn't bear to leave her alone. When he returned, he heard her crying.
At that time, he was deeply moved.
His mom didn't want him and his dad married a stepmother.
At his home, he led an unhappy life. Only Carolyn often went over to visit him.
Carolyn was sensible and obedient. She was concerned about him and understood him. They spent a lot of time together.
This scar was left at that time, and he had dressed it for her back then. It was unforgettable.
The days when he quarreled with his father were always rainy. When Carolyn was young, she suffered many injuries because of him.
His eyebrows revealed his mixed feelings as he tried to suppress them.
Marilyn saw the change on his handsome and noble face, but he gazed at the wound on her knee.
Julian shook his head helplessly. He knew Malcolm was lost in the memory of Carolyn again.
He thought, "There are so many tempting beautiful women, but Malcolm did nothing but wait for Carolyn.
After so many years, he has never given up.
Malcolm, may Marilyn leave you with no regrets."
Julian looked away with difficulty, avoiding the shocking pain on Malcolm's handsome face.
"Mr. Lowe, I..."
Marilyn's voice pulled Malcolm back from the memory. He looked up at her and said nothing. He just took the disinfectant and carefully cleaned the blood around her wound with a sterilized cotton swab.
His movements were very gentle as if he was holding his treasure in his hands.
Marilyn looked at him in puzzlement. She didn't know why he seemed in pain just now.
After dressing her wound, he got up and sat on the bench. They could smell the fragrance of each other.
They gradually relaxed. The awkwardness between the two seemed to vanish in an instant. They became much more casual.
Marilyn looked at him and smiled. "Thank you!"
Malcolm also smiled. "My pleasure. Don't come to work tomorrow. Have a rest till you recover. The clothes for this season have already been decided. You don't have to worry."
Looking at her smile, he felt his agitation was replaced by happiness and expectation.
He was not at a loss anymore as he found the light that guided him forward. He did not hesitate nor was he flustered because she had really come back to him.
This was not a coincidence. He was more familiar with Carolyn than the Remington family.
Marilyn had the same wound, the same mole, the same hobby, and the same allergic constitution as Carolyn.
She could not remember the birthdays of others, but she had remembered his birthday since she was five.
On the calendar, she clumsily marked the date, waiting for his birthday and preparing him a gift.
The memory always made him happy.
Marilyn nodded and said if she did not feel well tomorrow, she would rest at home for a day.
In the latter half of the night, Julian and Malcolm came back after much persuasion from Marilyn.
Marilyn stayed with Denise for the whole night.
The next morning, Denise had to do various checkups. She did not want her family to worry and did not call her family to tell them about her in the hospital.
Marilyn had no choice but to stay and accompany her for all kinds of examinations. She treated it as a holiday for herself today and did not go to work.
She checked the time. When it was nine o'clock, she went to the nearby mobile phone store to buy a mobile phone and get a new card.
Then she sent a message to Malcolm and asked for a leave.
Malcolm had already agreed to her leave last night. This morning, he received a message from Marilyn. For Malcolm, no matter how tired he had been, he had a lot of life in him now.
He replied to Marilyn and asked her to take care of her injury before going to work. He also joked that this was a work injury, and the salary would be given.
When Marilyn saw it, she just sent a smiling face and did not say anything.
Malcolm looked at the smiling face on his phone with a smile. He was glad to see everything about Marilyn.
After he washed up, he went to work with Julian in the morning.
On the contrary, Julian was still exhausted.
Along the way, seeing that Malcolm was in high spirits, Julian complained as he drove.
Malcolm was in an extremely good mood as he listened to Julian's complaints. He even occasionally teased Julian, surprising Julian a lot.
This morning, Malcolm seemed to have been reborn.
The two of them arrived at the office unimpeded.
Sergio got coffee for the two of them and went out to work.
Malcolm looked at Julian on the sofa, delighted with a gentle expression on his handsome face.
He took out a sealed bag with a strand of hair in it. He put the bag on the desk and said, "Julian, your task today is to do a DNA identification. This is Mrs. Remington's hair, and you have Lynn's hair. Pull your strings. Today, I want to know the result."