Louie looked at Adrian and Gregory going back and forth in confusion.
Just then, Gregory stood up. “I’m heading out.”
Louie quickly blocked him, clearly annoyed. “You’re badly injured and you still want to go out? Should I just contact the crematorium and cemetery for you so you can rest in peace already?”
Gregory sighed. “I’m not doing anything dangerous.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Louie was in no mood to negotiate. “You’re not going anywhere for the next two days! Whatever it is, have Martin bring it to you!”
With Gregory’s current injuries, Louie was genuinely afraid Gregory might drop dead out there.
Watching Louie’s overbearing stance, Adrian thought back to the way he broke down in tears when he saw Giselle again and silently mused, “That’s quite a contrast.”
After eating the ravioli, Anathea couldn’t fight the sleepiness and only woke up in the afternoon.
The sun had already shifted west, leaving behind a soft orange glow. She pushed herself up and got out of bed, wanting to take a walk.
The hallway looked dim, as the lights hadn’t been turned on yet.
Anathea walked slowly and reached for the switch next to the guest room, but she noticed the gu
room door was slightly ajar.
Her steps paused, and she looked inside through the gap, not moving at all.
Gregory was sitting on the bed inside, getting ready to change his bandages.
“Help me take this off,” Gregory said to Louie, who was standing next to him. “My left hand’s pretty much useless.”
Louie clicked his tongue. “You have no strength, right? Yet, you still practiced making ravioli all afternoon.”
Gregory didn’t respond, just held out his hand to Louie.
Even though Louie wouldn’t stop nagging, he still helped Gregory take off his shirt.
Anathea froze.
That broad, firm back was covered in a dense web of whip marks, the torn flesh having scabbed over lightly–oné lash after another, crisscrossed like a net of blood.
On top of that, the bandages on his left shoulder were taken off, revealing the wound where he had been impaled by Now stitched up, it looked twisted and terrifying, like a centipede crawling along his back.
And… she was the reason for all of that.
Anathea covered her mouth, her expression conflicted. She didn’t even know how to describe how she felt.
Louie dabbed medicine on the wounds, and Gregory couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath from the pain.
a metal rod.
“It’ll heal soon,” Louie said softly, his eyes filled with sympathy. If it were anyone else, they’d have been screaming their heads off by now. Gregory was still holding it in, only letting out the occasional pained sound.
Watching Gregory grit his teeth and endure it, Louie uttered, “Honestly, you don’t need to hold it in. We’re the only ones here. No one’s going to laugh at you.”
“I can’t,” Gregory muttered, relaxing his jaw.
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Then, he added in a low voice, “Annie’s asleep. I don’t want to wake her.”
Louie pressed his lips together, speechless. “Are you seriously going to keep going on and on about your wife all day long? You want her to show that she cares about you, right? Why don’t you just show her the wounds you got saving her?”
“No, it’ll scare her.” Gregory rejected the idea immediately.
Louie clicked his tongue. He really didn’t want to deal with this stubborn fool anymore. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Anathea standing by the door.
“Fine, since you reject everything, you do it yourself, then. I’m done playing nurse.” Louie dropped the medicine and walked off. “Louie?” Gregory asked with a frown but received no reply. He hadn’t expected Louie to actually walk out. Just as he was about to turn around and drag Louie back, he pulled on his injury.
“Ouch…”
He stopped and took a deep breath to ease the pain, the veins in his arm tightening.
The next second, he felt someone applying the medicine behind his back again. His eyes flickered slightly, a trace of surprise passing through them.
He raised his right hand and gently grabbed the slender wrist. “You’re awake,” he muttered softly.
