Enna Clark looked at the wound on his hand, and for some reason, she was reminded of the bright red bloodstain left on the tiles after he left, and the furious words he shouted back then.
She pressed her lips together, putting away the facade of lightheartedness, and after a moment of silence said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll get the medicine box."
Just as she took a step, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Baron Lawrence's dark eyes were like a frozen expanse, his thin lips barely moving, "Aren't you only concerned about other men? I don't have heart disease; I don't need your care!"
It sounded just like a middle school argument.
Enna Clark didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, she pried his hand open and said, "Alright, wait for me a moment. Whatever it is, we can talk when I get back."
She planned to treat his wound first, then they would talk calmly.
