The Woman From Hell

Chapter 168

"Nothing, I just burnt myself." I had not expected the pot to be so hot. I quickly faked an air of calm although searing pain was now traveling through my index finger.

He picked up my hand and took a look at it. A furious expression took over his face as he asked, "You call this nothing?"

It was only then that I saw there was a white scald wound on my index finger, accompanied by the vague smell of burnt flesh.

The expression on his face was stony as he dragged m e into the living room, found the first-aid kit, and took out the burn ointment to apply onto my finger. He blew air on my finger as he applied it. His actions were gentle, but there was an ugly expression on his face. He did not say a word throughout the entire process.

"Um, I didn’t do it on purpose. I accidentally..." I began babbling nervously when I noticed he was angry.

He looked up at me, a furious expression on his handsome face and a cold look in his eyes. "Did anyone ask you to touch it? Didn't you know I had just boiled that soup? Don't you know how much it hurts t o be burnt on a hot summer's day?"

I chuckled dryly and waved the hand with ointment o n it. "It doesn't hurt anymore now that medicine's been applied to it."

"Hmph!” He glared at me before getting up. "Stay here, and don't move."

I hurriedly nodded.

He returned to the kitchen. Soon after, three dishes and a pot of soup were served on the dining table.

to grab myself some food but sheepishly retracted my

fixed up a plate of food and walked over to me so h e could spoon

burn on my left hand. There was no

The tone of his voice was still

mouth, forcing me to eat an entire plate of food and drink

finished the meal, he ignored my protests and carried me over to the couch in the living room, where he fed me pieces

If he cared about you, he would take such good care of you that you would never have to lift a finger for yourself

I would start to crave his kindness, terrified I would eventually end up losing m y sense of self because I could no longer extricate myself

mind. I can take care of you

gazed at his impeccably handsome face and watched him remove the pith from

look at me. The cold look in his

realize you look quite handsome

times? It looks like I’ll have to give you a lesson in appreciating aesthetics.

can tear their eyes away from

me. "Am I just handsome?” "You’re handsome

"And?"

"Handsome, talented, and rich."

"Continue!"

unparalleled and