No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 691

The sharp sting at the tip of my fingers made me instinctively pull back, but Phipps firmly held my hand in place, whispering soothingly, "Just hang in there, it'll be over soon." His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the iciness he had shown me earlier. This man was as unpredictable as the weather in June, leaving me utterly confused.

The nurse was quite professional, swiftly removing the shard of glass lodged in my finger and showing it to me, "Look how big this is. If we hadn't taken it out, it would've kept hurting." I had no idea when I got that glass shard stuck in my finger, probably when I went to smash that ashtray.

The nurse disinfected my wound and slapped a band-aid on it. "All set," she said.

"Thank you," Phipps expressed his gratitude to the nurse before letting go of my hand.

I awkwardly retracted my hand, glancing at the band-aid and then at him, "What about you?"

"What about me?" Phipps asked, then realizing what I meant, "I'm fine, no injuries."

He had managed to avoid getting hurt even after we had rolled around dodging a car. This man was clearly not as delicate as he appeared.

As we walked out of the treatment room, I couldn't help but question his motives, "So, what's the game here? After revenge or something?"

His attitude towards me had drastically changed, sparking my curiosity.

"Hmm?" He feigned ignorance.

clearly dislike me, so what's all this

wrong to bring you to see a doctor?"

the wound is treated and you've got the whole picture, we're even," I said, making a playful

like the person you

I replied, "At first,

this face, right?"

to me. If someone had

and I chuckled,

past him, he said, "Does your offer to take care

I turned to him, "You're agreeing

with

softly, "Had a change of

gazed at me seriously,

never liked

teased, "What if I said I'm

admitted, "I

“I was just speaking on impulse the other day because of your face. Now that I've thought it over, you're not the one

actually quite good at it,"