FreeNovelChapter 745 A Hairdresser Catherine threw Atticus in front of Paxton, who grabbed the limp and helpless Atticus and directly attacked him, leaving Atticus's hands disabled.
In Paxton's opinion, Catherine shouldn't do such vulgar work, so he would take care of it.
"AHHH!" Atticus fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Paxton coldly snorted, looking down at Atticus, who was lying on the ground. " Is that all?" he thought. His speed of attack was fast enough, yet Atticus was still screaming like that. "You're truly weaker than a woman," Paxton commented in his mind.
Faced with Paxton's disdain and scorn, Atticus had no ability to fight back. He had no idea what to do now. He didn't even know what his future would be.
The successive defeats were discouraging enough, and now his hands had been disabled. How could he conduct experiments? Without his hands, he was worthless and would be mercilessly abandoned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCatherine couldn't even be bothered to spare Atticus a glance, simply turning and walking away.
Paxton followed and caught up with Catherine. "Miss Swann, are you just going to let him go like that?" "His backers won't let him off, so why dirty our hands?" Catherine replied casually.
Paxton thought Catherine's response made sense. Someone else would teach Atticus a lesson.
Back at the hotel, Catherine lay wearily on the armchair.
"Feeling tired, huh?" asked Branden.
Catherine was silent momentarily, then said weakly, "A little." She had competed in the morning and spent the whole afternoon in the lab, which was indeed exhausting.
Branden looked at her gently. "Take a rest. I'll prepare sfruit for you!" "I want to wash my hair!" "Okay!" Branden agreed and then went to the bathroom.
Catherine didn't understand why Branden went to the bathroom after she said she wanted to wash her hair.
A few minutes later, Branden emerged from the bathroom. The legs of his expensive tailored suit were rolled up to his knees, and the sleeves of his white shirt were also rolled up to his elbows.
Catherine had never seen Branden in such a style before. He looked like a fallen nobleman, which was quite interesting.
"What's with this style of yours?" she asked.
Seeing Catherine in a good mood, Branden was pleased. “It just fits my current identity!" he replied.
"What identity?" Catherine asked.
"A hairdresser!" Branden answered seriously.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCatherine was stunned for a moment, and Branden made an inviting gesture to her, indicating for her to enter the bathroom.
Curious, Catherine walked towards the bathroom, wanting to see what Branden was up to.
As soon as she entered, she was shocked by the scene before hem Branden had transformed the the bathtub into a hair-washing chair with a towel laid on top. "Please!" Branden, like a dedicated hairdresser, warmly invited her.
Catherine walked over to the homemade hair-washing chair and lay down, and Branden turned on the shower, letting warm water gently pour onto her scalp.
As Branden massaged Catherine's scalp with his fingertips, waves of relaxation swept over spallander her, soothing gradually relaxing her nerves. She closed her eyes comfortably, slowly enjoying it all.
"Not bad, keep going!" she said. Branden looked at her, enjoying herself, a gentle smile on his face.
She was spoiled, but what else could he do? He could only continue to spoil her.
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