?<strong>Chapter 366:</strong>


    The red mark on Verena must have been caused by excessive or forceful rubbing.


    Her skin was bright red as if blood were rushing to the surface.


    “Verena! What were you doing in the bathroom just now? Why is your arm so red? And your face, your neck—why are they so flushed?” Ryan’s voice carried both concern and frustration as he looked at Verena.


    “Ryan, let me go… Let go!” Verena didn’t answer his questions, struggling instead to free herself from his grasp.


    Ryan, instead of releasing her, tightened his hold and said, “Tell me, what were you doing in the bathroom for so long?”


    “Let go! Don’t touch me! Ahh—” Verena screamed and forcefully pushed Ryan away.


    She then frantically rubbed at the ces he had just touched with her sleeve.


    Her reaction was extreme and panicked.


    Ryan, taken aback by her violent response, stumbled back several steps before steadying himself.


    “Verena, what’s wrong with you?” he asked, frowning deeply, his concern evident.


    Verena continued to rub her wrist vigorously, muttering, “I feel so filthy!”


    Ryan turned to look at Lucas, who was also frowning.


    Ryan spoke in a low voice. “I knew the incident would affect her mentally, but I didn’t realize it would be this severe.


    It seems she is now rejecting all men. What should we do?” His voice wasden with worry.


    Lucas remained silent.


    Verena suddenly turned and headed back toward the bathroom.


    Soon after, the sound of rushing water came from inside.


    Ryan quickly went into the bathroom.


    He found Verena at the sink, holding her arm under the faucet and scrubbing it vigorously with her other hand as the water poured over it.


    Her arm soon became red and slightly swollen.


    “Verena, stop! It’s already clean!” Ryan urged her with concern.


    He considered turning off the faucet himself but hesitated, fearful she might reject his approach once more.


    After a while, Lucas walked over and turned off the faucet.


    “That’s enough,” he said in a subdued tone.


    Verena looked up at Lucas, her eyes reddened as she fought back tears. “It’s still so dirty…”


    “You’ve washed enough. It’s clean now. Go back to bed,” Lucas said firmly, his deep voice resonating with authority.


    Biting her lip, Verena nodded slowly and returned to her bed after a few seconds.


    Throughout the ordeal, Ryan maintained a careful distance from Verena.


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