Lyle finally noticed the bloodied tissue and was stumped. “Why hasn’t your wound healed?”

 

I snorted and scrambled for another bottle of medicine to apply it on my arm. “I’m sorry to disappoint you by not healing as fast as Wolverine, nor am I impervious to getting hurt.”

 

What is Lyle trying to accomplish, exactly? He was really a bummer. I did not visit Grandma because I wanted to heal my wound faster so that I can head out without much difficulty. Is he ever going to leave me alone?

you drop the sarcastic tone?” Lyle

comes barging in, hurting you further, and smashes your medicine, are you going to cheer the person on while admiring how dashing he

peered at the man and applied the cotton swab dabbed with medicine on my wound and wrapped fresh bandages over it. The stinging pain of the scalded wound on

was time to offer help and said impassively,

help. After all, if I had rejected him, I wouldn’t know how bad it would tick him off and I might be the one to suffer worse injuries later. Lyle did a worse job than Christopher. Toward the end, I had to refrain from shouting

 

initiative and applied it to my wound. All of a sudden, he regarded me intently and sighed. “It has been so long since I’ve last seen you being this quiet. How I wish you

myself. So should I continue being a meek lamb by your side so you can trample all

you looking for

 

Yvonne, have you

too well that I’m your wife, and that’s why I try to appear as magnanimous as I can when you and Crystal are being lovey-dovey toward each other in public.” I knew for a fact that Lyle would not come looking for me without a reason. He definitely had something to ask for, and I had a hunch that, as always, it wouldn’t be

it and bit his tongue. However, I did not think it was out of

doing so

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