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She scratched her skin until it was red and bleeding. 

Without bothering James, Harper went downstairs to get some anti–itch medicine. She asked the staff of the mansion, who replied with some difficulty, “We may not have that kind of medicine. Please wait a moment.” 

Harper nodded and sat aside. The scratches on her neck had left bruises. After waiting for more than ten minutes and seeing no one coming, she anxiously scratched her skin, with blood seeping through her clothes. 

When Mason came downstairs, the rash on Harper’s body had spread to her chin. Everyone around her was looking at her with strange eyes, but she didn’t notice. 

Someone approached, and she looked up with a smile. “Thank.” 

It wasn’t the staff member with the medicine; it was Mason. 

“What happened to your face?” 

“Face-” Harper touched her face, which also had a rash. “It’s okay. I’ll just take some allergy medicine.” 

Mason blurted out, “Did you eat mangoes?” 

She was allergic to mangoes. When she was little, she had touched them once. The rash spread to her face, and a few were scratched open. Thinking she would disfigure herself, she hid under the covers and wouldn’t see anyone. Ethan had brought Mason to cheer her up. She wouldn’t show her face, covering it and sobbing, “I’ve become ugly. You won’t like me anymore.” 

That time, through the covers, Mason had chuckled, laughing at her foolishness and naivety. 

Harper’s eyes were slightly dazed. She didn’t expect Mason to remember her allergy to mangoes. “No, I didn’t.” 

“But how” 

The staff member rushed over, apologetic. “Miss, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any allergy or anti–itch medicine in the warehouse.” 

“No?” Mason’s expression turned dangerous and intimidating. 

He was about to blame someone when his sleeve was tugged. Harper’s hand had healed a lot, with only faint traces of frostbite. The new skin was fair, contrasting sharply with Mason’s dark sleeve. It caught his eye. 

Her voice was soft. “It’s okay. I’ll just go buy some myself.” 

“You won’t find any even if you walk until dawn,” Mason’s words turned into a harsh remark. “Where’s Assistant James? If he’s so good, why doesn’t he take you?” 

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Harper glanced at Mason, looking both hurt and resigned. She walked past him without a word. Mason caught up, grabbing her arm. “I’ll take you.” 

“No need.” 

“Stop talking.” 

She was pulled into the car by her arm. Harper scratched her chin, but Mason stopped her hand. “Stop scratching. Do you want to disfigure yourself?” 

His hand was cool, while hers was warm. 

The different temperatures made Harper feel as if she had been burned, and she quickly pulled her hand away. 

“What, now that you’re engaged and have a legitimate fiance, you can’t be touched anymore?” Mason’s palm was empty, but the fleeting warmth lingered on his fingertips, making him greedy. “Is the girl who used to throw herself into my arms every day still you?” 

Holding a glass of red wine and changing into a nightgown, Isabella stood in front of Mason’s room and rang the doorbell, but no one answered. 

After waiting for half an hour, Mason did come back, but he was accompanied by someone else. 

“Mason?” Isabella stepped forward, intending to link her arm with Mason’s to assert her claim, but Mason dodged, leaving her to grasp at air. She smiled awkwardly and buried her hand in her pocket. 

“What are you doing here?” Mason walked past Isabella to open the door. She bent her waist and slipped under his arm, a move that Harper often used, now being copied by Isabella. 

She stood there with a faint expression, neither jealous nor making a scene. “I’ll go back first.” 

Without waiting for Mason’s response, she nodded slightly and walked forward, her figure appearing lonely and frail. 

Mason subtly grasped the doorknob, annoyed by Harper’s current indifferent attitude toward him, but wasn’t it he who had pushed her away? 

Inside the room, Isabella had already taken off her nightgown, revealing a black strapless dress underneath. The skirt was very short, barely covering her hips and accentuating her curvaceous figure. She was confident that this move would be effective on any man. 

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