The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 121

1 gulped, stepped forward slightly, and rolled up my right sleeve.

The wound stood out–red and raw against my fair skin.

As the fabric brushed over it, a tingling sensation spread across the fraying edges, and I winced at the understated pain. It felt like ants were gnawing at me.

Soren’s expression darkened. “That’s a long gash. Did you treat it?”

“It’s not bleeding anymore, right? So it’s fine!”

He didn’t look convinced. Taking my hand, he pulled me closer to inspect the wound. “Did you use antiseptic?”

“Immediately after it happened!” I replied.

“Did you get a tetanus shot?”

“What?!” My hand trembled at the question, and I yanked it away.

for that. “No, it’s fine! The cut was shallow, and my scissors weren’t rusted! The chances of tetanus infection

locking onto mine.

then gave a small, reluctant nod.

ones

a beat. I stared at him,

I had always

than I could count, but none of their cruelty compared to the sharp, piercing pain of a

endured the transfusions in silence–gritting my teeth, squeezing my eyes

world’s biggest idiot. I would do anything for love, brave and determined,

asked if it hurt or if I was afraid. No one

me, piercing what others overlooked. And more

clogged my throat, but I couldn’t say anything. Not

anyway and sighed. “Bless your

exactly

reacting this

out and pulled my sleeve back down. The warmth of his fingers lingered on my wrist, spreading

the tears to retreat.