Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 22 It’s Alright, Let’s Sleep

“What are you thinking about?”

Eric’s cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out.

Kate suddenly came back to her senses and found that Eric had already walked out of the bathroom. His wound had not healed yet, so he just wiped his body briefly. Apart from the scar on his left chest, Eric’s body was also covered with several old wounds, which looked shocking.

Kate stared blankly at the old wounds on his body.

These… were all left when Eric was fighting in the underground boxing ring.

Even though many years had passed, it was still evident from these scars how severe Eric’s injuries were at that time.

Eric was able to reach the height he was at because he was ruthless enough towards others and himself. He was crazy enough and completely reckless.

A hint of tenderness flashed in Kate’s eyes. Almost instinctively, she walked to Eric’s side, raised her hand and gently touched the old wounds on his body, her voice trembling slightly, “Does it hurt?”

Eric’s deep gaze fixed on her, watching the vulnerability and tenderness on her face, and said in a faint voice, “No. Let’s sleep.”

Eric walked straight past her, lifted the blanket and lay on the other side of the bed, deliberately keeping a distance from her.

her eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep no

was filled with the cold pine scent of Eric, with a

case.

was lying beside her, breathing lightly and

“Eric…”

Kate tentatively called out, but Eric remained

pursed her lips, and by the faint light of the bedside lamp, she turned her head to steal a glance at

with his eyes closed, his face cold and

as if by accident, she rolled into

not actually asleep, stiffened for

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in his arms and fell

asleep that Eric quietly opened his eyes, his gaze passing a hint of sharpness in the dark night, then slowly softening as he

and her passion were like poison

Kate….

gentle. As if he was holding a priceless treasure, he gently embraced Kate, and then

when Kate woke up from a daze,

the bed, her face pale, not even bothering to put on her shoes as she ran out, frantically searching for Eric’s figure