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.

to the hospital for that. “No, it’s fine! The cut was shallow,

gaze locking onto mine. “You’re afraid of needles,

gave a small, reluctant nod. “Y–Yes…”

softened. “Were you afraid of the ones they used on you during Edward’s blood

a beat. I stared at him, and suddenly a lump formed in

had always been afraid.

family had hurt me more times than I could count, but

in silence–gritting my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut, turning my face away–all for

truly was the world’s biggest idiot. I would do anything for love, brave and determined, no matter

not even Edward, ever asked if it hurt or if I was afraid. No

sharp eyes saw through me, piercing what others overlooked. And more than

flood of emotions clogged my throat, but I couldn’t say

and sighed. “Bless your

exactly

reacting this

my sleeve back down. The warmth of his fingers lingered on my

hard, willing the