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.

some food but sheepishly retracted my

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

said cautiously. It was just a slight burn on my left hand. There was no need for me to

The tone of his voice was still chilly. It seemed like

mouthful of food into my mouth, forcing me to eat an entire plate of food and drink up

couch in the living room, where he fed me pieces of cut-up fruit

care of people. If he cared about you, he would take such good care of you that you would never have to lift a

I could not help but say quietly. To be honest, I was terrified. Terrified that I would start to crave his kindness, terrified I would eventually end up losing m y sense of self because

can take care of you

him remove the pith from the oranges for m e, I

to look at me. The cold look in his eyes was gone, now

to realize you look quite handsome

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

tear their eyes

"Am I

"And?"

"Handsome, talented, and rich."

"Continue!"

are unparalleled and