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,

suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto mine. “You’re

hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod. “Y–Yes…”

of the ones they used on

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

had always

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

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

world’s biggest idiot. I would do anything for

even Edward, ever asked if it hurt or if I was afraid. No

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

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

and sighed.

exactly

reacting this

my sleeve back down. The warmth of his fingers lingered on my wrist, spreading through my veins and curling into

hard, willing the tears