Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew

Chapter 52 On the Bed

Both landed heavily on the bed, the impact drawing groans from each of them.

65%

+8 Pearls

Charmaine’s head hit the soft pillow with a muffled thud. Above her, Emyr’s voice cut through the moment, low and annoyed. “Charmaine, are you trying to kill me?”

“Yes,” she replied, her tone flat as she let out a slow breath. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

She didn’t linger. Twisting her body, she slipped off the bed with the grace of a feline.

Emyr fixed her with a sharp glare, though suspicion crept into his expression when she reached behind her back.

From there, she produced a bundle of silver needles.

His body went rigid as his voice turned sharp. “What are you planning?”

“Needle treatment,” she answered without hesitation.

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, his eyes darting toward the door. “Tad!”

“Tad’s at the hospital fetching your painkillers. The door’s locked. Scream all you like–it won’t do you any good.”

Her fingers hovered over the neat row of needles, pausing briefly before selecting one as long as a finger.

She held it firmly while pressing her other hand against his knee, which had instinctively drawn up against the pain.

Emyr’s eyes widened in alarm. For a moment, he thought he saw a flash of white light sweep across his vision.

Minutes ticked by. Slowly, the torment that had consumed him began to ease. His body, coiled tight with pain, started to relax. Relief, faint but undeniable, washed over him like the first breath after a storm.

Charmaine held out a few tissues. “Here. Wipe yourself off.”

Emyr shot her a sidelong glance, his tone dry. “Was that really necessary?”

gaze flicked over his soaked shirt

the tissues back and wiped

better?”

“Yeah.”

disappeared entirely, but compared to the torment earlier, it was bearable.

as though he’d been dragged

There was something unreadable in

1/2

17 Feb A

52 On the

¥65%

+8 Pearls

learn to do this? Was it during those two years in

her life, leaving no stone unturned. Those two years were the only gap

was the first time he’d weathered an attack without medication.

by one before tucking them

case.

“Yes.”

“Who taught you?”

of course.”

his gaze sharpening with doubt. “Charmaine, what

mine,” she replied coolly. “Just because I work for you doesn’t mean I have

to respond, but then his face

frowned, confused. “What’s

he muttered, his voice

That didn’t

pulse, but before she could

onto the bed, pinning her beneath

He held her tight, as

said, struggling beneath him.

murmured

was shaking. His body trembled uncontrollably as

gave up fighting, focusing instead

against his skin, and then it hit her–a pulse colder than

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255