After Swapping Marriage with My Sister, I Married the CEO

I shook off his hand, tears welling up in my eyes.

His behavior just now was definitely not something a normal person would do.

I hurriedly got up and tried to run outside, but he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Leonard begged me not to run out like this. He pointed to the bruises on my neck and said, "If you leave like this, Lily will see the marks and she’ll definitely tell my mother. My mother thinks I’m fine, but if she sees you like this, she’ll be very worried."

What do you mean everything is fine?

I took a deep breath and said, "Leonard, tell me the truth. What happened to you just now?"

Leonard held me in his arms and looked at the marks on my neck with a distressed expression.

He explained that he had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder.

There had been no recurrences in the past few years, so he had stopped taking his medication.

"I don't know what happened just now. But the doctor said that even though my condition is well-controlled, I still need to be careful not to get too excited. Maybe I was a little too excited last night."

I cursed in my heart, "damn it, it wasn’t just a little."

Looking at Leonard's expression, it seemed as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

I had thought about it before. Leonard was handsome and tall, wealthy, with a gentle personality.

If such a good man didn't have some physical or psychological problems, would Grace have pushed him towards us?

However, compared to being innately perverted, a psychological problem caused by stress-induced trauma seemed a bit more manageable.

I turned around and looked into Leonard's eyes. After a while, I said, "Look, does the wound on my neck look like a curve in Euclidean space?"

Leonard's eyes lit up, he hugged me and kissed my neck.

At that moment, my cell phone rang.

It was Ivy. She called to wish me a happy wedding and said she would come to see me with her boyfriend Evan later.

I knew that she would be eager to see her "own masterpiece."

She would probably hope to see me tortured by Leonard, unable to get out of bed, with my body covered in bruises.

I hung up the phone and looked at Leonard with twinkling eyes.

I said, if you don’t want me to tell Grace, I can let you off this time, but don’t ever do it again.