Chapter 31 Bleeding
Chapter 31 Bleeding
"It's nothing." I turned my head from the pillow, what to do, I had been nervous heart beating rapidly.
This is something that hasn't happened before ...... palpitations ......
This is not supposed to happen, my eyes went cold, "When I get to Europe in a year, I hope you will
keep my information secret as you said."
"That's who you're not holding tonight?" What the hell was this woman thinking?
Thanks to him, I thought I had been hit hard by today's events and thought about it, not knowing what
to say to comfort me.
Who knows my concern is not this at all, "Go to Europe ...... so early you are planning to do, really you
do not put in the daytime."
His tone could hear his anger, yet I had no other choice, we could not be too close, it was a meeting
that ended without a problem.
"It was what happened during the day that fueled my desire to get out, Damon, I know that even you
can't exactly guarantee that you can be my back, I need to go out on my own, I'm not like the small,
petty people you know."
I pulled the covers upward over my somewhat chilly body.
Damon suddenly turned on the desk lamp, the light was so harsh that I couldn't open my eyes.
He pulled away my hand covering my eyes, and without any disguise underneath, it was as if he was
probing my soul with his eyes.
"Your eyes tell me that you are lying." The thick voice was speaking of his understanding.
Damon had said he wouldn't trust anyone's word, he would only believe what he saw.
"I'm not lying, I don't have to lie to you, do you expect me to be nostalgic about the Rubinstein family?"
I lowered my eyes sheepishly and saw that Damon had a number of bandages tied around his waist
and abdomen... was he not sleeping in the middle of the night because he was not feeling well?
"You're dreaming!" Damon opened his mouth, they are always in a state of game between them, no
one will admit defeat.
"That is naturally not, Damon, it's not like I don't know about your relationship with Miss Tiffany ............"
My hand was squeezed by his left hand, pain came, I looked at Damon with anger, "Don't let go of me
yet!"
"I'll take care of me and my affairs, I'll take care of them myself, you don't have to worry about it
blindly!" Damon's hand yanked and I was brought very close to him by the force.
"Do you always like to force people? I don't eat your shit, don't you dare try to control me!"
"It seems like such a waste of my kindness to be nice to you, you say, does it have to be me treating
you coldly?" Damon's eyes were like a sharp knife.
"Have you ever been nice to me? For the child in your belly, that's your responsibility to take care of!"
Why, as long as they were there, the quarrel was inevitable in the end, and there was nothing Damon
could do about it.
His arms tightened around me, he lowered his head, and my proud eyes didn't automatically remove a
few points because of it.
I knew I couldn't reveal the slightest hint of wavering now, except in tit-for-tat.
"You're still hurt, why are you so excited! Excitement is not good for your health! Look if blood is
seeping out of your bandages!"
Damon glanced at his chest and abdomen, "It's not that bad, the more you struggle, the worse it hurts
me."
A comment that made me give up struggling, my eyes were a little red.
Damon said, "Don't look at me with such crime-inducing eyes!"
"I'm not!" What kind of crime is that, Damon is so badly injured, and you still dare to think blindly?
"You did!" He squeezed my little hand and said firmly.
"Damon, we're not kids, this is a boring game!" I said.
The atmosphere was at its lowest point as I could see his entire cheek as he controlled his inability to
move.
The short hair suited him well, highlighting all the advantages of his whole face.
No! He was all good, with the enviable three-dimensional profile of a European man, especially the
deep chestnut eyes and the thin lips under the high nose, no wonder he was named man of the year,
handsomeness was certainly one aspect.
"You feel bored? Well, let's do something that's not boring!" Damon's words made me subconsciously
resist.
A rain of kisses fell on my lips and I resisted, only to be treated more roughly.
"You're crazy! Well ...... you let go of me! You're crazy!" I felt a little pain in my temple.
I resisted, he went further, and I don't know how long it went on before Damon's lust-filled eyes faded
and they both ended up panting vigorously.
I looked to the man next to me, his face still calm, as if I was the only one affected by the fluctuation.
My eyes suddenly widened, "Damon, are you really an afterthought to pain?"
"What?" Damon stared back and I was looking into his chest.
"Your wound is really bleeding!" Damon sniffed and was actually indifferent, "You really are a lunatic!
Unabashedly insane!"
I put on a shirt and got out of bed, looking for medicine, bandages, and water, but of course Damon
was lying comfortably in bed while I did this.
I can only blame my heart for not being hard enough to let him bleed out and die!
"Get up! You get up!" I brought the water to the bed, my tone was unkind.
The man who just forced me to kiss, I do not have to be nice to him, pulling half a day, he did not move,
let him die!
"I... I should be thankful that with your tugging, my wound is bigger and bleeding more?" Damon sat up
holding onto the bed.
Sure enough I saw that the blood on his chest seemed to be flowing more, this is not a martial arts
drama, too much blood will kill you!
A trace of heartache flashed in my eyes, and fleetingly, I nimbly lifted his bandages layer by layer.
After unraveling it, the shocking wound made me speechless, thinking that his pain was exaggerated
by him.
After I really saw it, I couldn't speak for half a day, half a day had passed since the events of the day,
and the bruises on his body were even more pronounced.
"I knew you were crazy, those guys hit you and you didn't know to fight back or move quickly?" I
scolded.
Damon, however, gave me a small smile in the light... a smile! You're actually smiling.
My eyes reddened at the thought of him shielding me with his arms embracing me, with no chance to
retort or move with agility.
"Hey, you're not going to cry, are you? You'd better not affect my mood, am I that bad?"
Damon saw the way my eyes were red and watering, and something deep in his heart shook and
unsettled him.
"Who says I want to cry, I'm too happy to see you like this, I can't wait to cry, why don't those people
move their focus hands ......"
Eventually still defeated, said can not go on, I think, or forget it, after all, he is the injured.
His lips were a little white and dry, and I rudely handed him the glass, "Drink it, you're short of water!"
Damon wasn't kidding me this time, and after a few sips of water, he did get a little thirsty.
I rubbed alcohol around his wound to disinfect it, and then it was a handful to apply the medicine to
stop the bleeding.
"I. Although your intentions are good, I should warn you that you are too sensitive."
Damon's hand grabs the hand I'm bandaging him with to stop my next move, "Such a weakness is well
under your control."
"You mean I'm prone to moving my compassion? Or is it something else?" I asked, as if it was wrong to
treat his wounds too!
How could I make one mistake after another and let this guy die of pain and bleeding and weakness
and forget about it! Now he is here to educate me, what qualifications?
"If you will come back from Europe one day, remember, A is a magical country, you do not move your
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Was he giving me advice? But looking at his playful expression, was he laughing at me?
"You're the only one who's wary of everyone around you, so what? If I had laced the medicine just now,
wouldn't you have been killed?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
"What makes you sure?"
"I know you, I. I expected your motive before your idea took shape." He said with wisdom.
Where the hell did this man's smugness come from? I was annoyed but couldn't do anything about him.
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already 3:00 a.m. Is it that late already? It seems they really had
a sleepless night.
After putting the bandages back on, I sat up in bed, not wanting to go to sleep, but not knowing what I
could do now.
Had I been infected by Damon the madman?
"You're still not sleeping?" Damon asked me, lying down in a lazy position, even his voice was lazy.
"Aren't you still awake too? Why do you care about me? You just sleep your way."
"You seem to be used to talking back?" Damon narrowed his dangerous eyes.
"Aren't you used to me talking back too?" I look at him, "Aren't you?"
"It seems I haven't given you enough of a threat to ride me, and I, Damon, haven't met anyone as
difficult as you."
"So now you've developed a taste for me?" I asked, it was so ironic that Damon still had a picture of
Tiffany on his bed.
"You want me to be interested in you?" He never answered positively, that wasn't good for him to keep
his position.
"I never covet people including things I can't have." I gave him an answer.
"You're smart, how come I didn't notice that the first time around?" Damon grinned, in full bad man
fashion.
"You were drunk at the time, and I was too shocked plus scared to have the guts to talk." I said lightly.
"It must have been a wonderful night to hear you say that, but unfortunately I don't remember anything,
and that's not a good thing."
What did he mean, a night that I thought was cruel and he thought it was a shame to forget?
"You're hateful, I don't like the subject Damon, sometimes just because I don't say it doesn't mean I
don't have a heartache."
I pointed to my heart and said firmly and sadly, "You've made me crippled, and I know that I won't even
give 100% when I love someone in the future."
He blushed, "You're accusing me of a crime against you?"
He said without mercy, "Then please remember, what did you need most at that time? What you
needed was money, and almost no one but me was willing to pay that high a price."