Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Estelle was teetering on the edge; here he was, already swamped with online rumors, and now these two troublemakers had
landed them in the police station! Dealing with Leighton's rebellious dog-like temper alone was challenging enough, and now
there's another one.
Damn it, making money had become increasingly tough! Despite his frustration, seeing Nicole and Leighton unconscious and
covered in blood filled Estelle with immense worry.
"How is she?" "She's not dead." Leighton rubbed the sore spot on his lower back and shot a glare at the woman pretending to be
unconscious.
"Haven't you had enough of acting?!" Nicole leisurely opened her eyes and chuckled, "So, how was my performance? Realistic
enough?" Leighton snorted and couldn't resist glancing at the back of her head.
Her thick hair provided excellent coverage, making it difficult to assess the extent of her injury.
When that stone came flying at them earlier, it packed quite a punch; he could even hear the dull thud as it hit her head.
Besides appearing slightly pale, Nicole seemed completely unfazed, even using a tissue to dab at the blood on the back of her
head.
Leighton couldn't help but comment, "You shouldn't use tissue on wounds; it's unhygienic." "Why is it called tissue if it's
unhygienic?" Nicole retorted with a twisted logic.
"When you use tissue to wipe your butt, do you suddenly find it unhygienic?" Leighton's expression darkened.
"Am I wiping hemorrhoids when I wipe my butt?" Nicole was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, teasing, "Where's
your idol image? How could an idol talk about butts and hemorrhoids?" Unamused, Leighton grumbled, "You're bleeding quite a
bit from the wound on your head.
If you use tissue and the bits stick, it could get infected.
Then you'll end up with a scar there, and don't blame me if your hair doesn't grow back." The mention of scarring didn't faze
Nicole much, but the comment about her hair made her pause.
"Why didn't you say that earlier? Quickly check if there are any bits stuck there." Turning her back to him, she asked Leighton to
inspect the wound.

Her jet-black hair, neatly arranged on her back moments ago, now cascaded down like a dark waterfall, soft and glossy, with a
faint scent of shampoo lingering in the air, giving Leighton an odd feeling.
"How is it? Any bits?" Nicole urged him on.
Leighton snapped back to attention and murmured, “I didn't see clearly.
Let me take another look." He gently pushed aside her hair and finally spotted the wound on her scalp, blood oozing out.
The wound wasn't deep but quite long; it seemed like the sharp edge of the stone had scraped it.
Leighton had been a delicate-looking child; his father had been convinced, inexplicably, that his wife was carrying a daughter
during her pregnancy.
They had prepared everything and bought clothes for a girl.
However, when Leighton was born a boy, his parents, in order to save money, decided to make do with what they had.
Being mistaken for a girl when he was young was bad enough, but being dressed up as one by his parents led to Leighton being
teased a lot.
With a quick temper and stubborn personality, he often got into trouble and ended up getting hurt.
He had taken quite a few beatings for others, but Nicole was the only one who had taken a hit for him.
Leighton's emotions were somewhat complicated for a moment.
He whispered, "Why did you just...
take that hit for me?" With her eyes closed, Nicole replied softly, "If I hadn't blocked it, that stone would have smashed your face.
If your face had been ruined, your career would have been pretty much over.
You helped me out at the press conference before, and then because of our ' relationship,’ your popularity plummeted.
I owe you a favor; consider this my way of repaying you."