The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 193: I Can Give You Freedom

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“What are you doing?!” Claire tried to pull her ankle back but accidentally pulled her wound, and gasped in pain.

“Don’t move.” Spark pressed her foot gently as if he was afraid of hurting her. “I heard from Noah that you sprained your foot but refused to see a doctor.”

Claire didn’t say a word.

Spark let go of her ankle and walked into the bathroom.

When he came out, he had a pot of hot water in his hand.

He put the hot water on the floor next to the bed. He picked Claire from the bed, and knelt on one knee. Holding Claire’s foot, he slowly immersed it in hot water..

“Don’t get hurt again.” The man held up the hot water with his palm and poured it on Claire’s ankle. His actions were so careful as if he was treating a treasure.

When the water cooled down, Spark picked up the towel next to him, he gently dried Claire’s foot. He wrapped a bandage around her ankle, and then tucked her feet into the bed.

Claire still maintained a long face.

Spark put his head on the bed, staring at Claire with glowing eyes, like a child begging for candy. “Claire, can I sleep here?”

Claire curled up, grasping the quilt tightly, her eyes full of vigilance. “Go out!”

The man’s bright eyes darkened. He stood up and left the room obediently.

The next day, Claire got paper and pen and drew what she saw last night into a simple map, but there were still many details to be added.

At night, Noah came to the room with a smile on her face. “Miss Claire, shall we go to the garden?”

Claire glanced at her and refused flatly. “Don’t bother.”

Noah did not give up but urged. “Let’s go. There is a surprise for you.”

When they came downstairs, Noah pushed the door of the back garden open, and in an instant, a brilliant light lit up.

In the garden, the trees on both sides were decorated with small lamps. When they flickered, it looked like a star river. Even the petals were coated with fluorescent paint, dotted with small diamonds, and glowing with colorful colors. Looking at them, one seemed to be in a wonderland.

Claire walked on the trail, and every time she stepped on a slate, the slate would instantly glow with white light, as if it was full of magical power, dispelling all the darkness for her.

Noah said, “Emperor You ordered this fearing you’ll get hurt again.”

Claire turned her head and asked. “When did you make this?”

“Today, during the day. In order not to disturb you, Emperor You ordered us to be as quiet as possible.”

She hadn’t heard anything at all.

“Do you like it?”

Behind her came the cold voice of the man.

Claire turned her head and saw Spark walking over.

When he walked to Claire, the man opened his long trench coat and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Claire struggled but didn’t break away.

Spark put his chin against Claire’s head and gently rubbed it against her head.

Claire frowned irritably.

After a moment of stalemate, something occurred to her and she asked tentatively. “Since you won’t let me leave, I want the right to move freely in this house.”

Upon hearing this, the man narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura raged in the dark night.

“Forget it if you don’t agree.” Claire pushed the man away hard, trying to leave.

Spark suddenly grabbed Claire’s arm and stared at her stubborn little face. He seemed to be bewitched by her, the coldness dissipated from his body, and he gave an indulgent smile. “Claire, don’t be angry. I can give you freedom, but only in this You Palace.”

That would be enough. As long as she could move freely here, she would find a chance to escape.

At noon, the sun was shining.

Spark leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and his posture exuded extreme elegance.

Two guards dragged a man in and threw him in front of Spark.