404 Why Didn't You Treat Your Wound?!

Noel still hadn't arrived a while later. It was a stormy weekend night, so he drove cautiously and carefully. He slowed down because there were occasional traffic accidents at night.

Meanwhile, Anna cleaned up the dishes, and the house still smelled like spaghetti. She then poured a glass of hot milk for Wayne.

After that, Anna put her head down and washed the dishes. She appeared calm, but she was struggling on the inside as if her heart was also raining.

Time did not allow her to forget Wayne. She still had a love-hate relationship with him and knew that no matter how much time passed, she would feel the same way about him.

The living room was unusually quiet. Anna returned from doing the dishes to find Wayne lying on the couch. She tried to wake him up, but he looked tired and haggard. He was asleep, but he was still frowning like he was sorrowful.

Wayne had already finished the milk, leaving only an empty glass on the table. Anna stood next to him for a moment before picking up the blanket. She was about to wrap the blanket around Wayne when she heard a knock on the door from outside.

Wayne opened his eyes as Anna froze. They locked their gazes, and the atmosphere seemed strange. Anna rose to her feet, but Wayne grabbed her arm and threw her on top of him

Anna asked angrily, "What are you trying to do?"

Wayne looked at her and gently said, "I should be asking you what you 403 Why Didn't You Treat Your. want to do. You've been acting as if you don't care about me since the first time you saw me. But, if you didn't care about me, why did you give me milk when you knew | had a stomach problem? Why did you offer me a blanket while I was sleeping?"

and growled, "I

you still let me in. You're still concerned about me! You still

began to struggle. Then, Wayne showed a pained expression. "What are you trying to do again?" Anna asked,

she noticed blood on his shoulder. His white shirt was stained with so much blood that

This is the same wound as before. Don't be alarmed, I only got a scratch. It's scabbed over,

because his wound wasn't serious, and it had been a week. There was no

said, "It should be your assistant. Ask him to come in. And take off your shirt so that I can treat your wound." Then Anna

said, "Mr. Wright, please accept my apologies. It was pouring heavily, so I

Wayne, Noel still surveyed the house. He was taken aback when he noticed the

on his

"You're hurt!" exclaimed Noel.

"Don't yell! | know!"

didn't dare

silk nightgown with a light purple shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her long hair was tied back, making her

rain was pouring, and his injured boss was in the home of

placed the medicine box on the coffee table. "I just asked

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