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.

would let him drag me to the hospital for that. “No, it’s fine! The cut was shallow, and my scissors weren’t rusted! The chances of tetanus infection

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

hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant

afraid of the ones they

him, and suddenly a lump formed

had always

could count, but none of their cruelty compared

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

would do anything for love, brave and determined, no

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

through me, piercing what others overlooked. And more than

clogged my throat, but I couldn’t

anyway and sighed.

exactly why

this way.

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

willing the