When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 412 Stop Smiling, You’re Bleeding

Baron gave a faint smile and motioned for the doctor to hurry.

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The doctor looked a little exasperated but didn’t dare complain; he quickly stitched wound, wrapped it with gauze, and said, “Mr. Baron, keep the wound dry for the next few days. Avoid any strenuous activity, and be careful not to let it get infected or develop a fever.”

“Got it.”

Once everything was taken care of, Baron finally lowered the hand that had been shielding Natalie’s eyes. Her eyes were glistening, and the sight made his heart ache.

“See? I’m fine. I’m a grown man–getting hurt is just part of it. Don’t worry; I’ve taken worse than this before. Trust me, I’m tough; I won’t die that easily.”

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

Natalie couldn’t even describe what she was feeling. There was definitely gratitude.

Baron had risked his life for her–again. But she knew it wasn’t just gratitude stirring in her chest this time; something deeper was slowly rising within her. Baron wasn’t just handsome; he cared for her in ways she couldn’t ignore. How could she not fall for him?

She clung tightly to his arm, her voice trembling. “Baron, please don’t ever get hurt again. It breaks my heart. I didn’t see your past injuries, but now that I’ve seen this… it hurts to even look.”

Baron’s chest burned with emotion.

in years–no one had ever said

nodded, eyes slightly reddened. “Alright. I’ll try my best not to get hurt again.” Natalie noticed how pale he looked and quickly handed him the

nutritious, but at least it’ll give you

realized she hadn’t even washed her face–she’d gone

hungry too?

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Stop Smiling, You’re

“Together?”

surprised tone made

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of them shared the noodles, bite for bite, and somehow that simple meal tasted like the finest delicacy in the world. The people nearby wisely gave them space, stepping quietly

finished eating, Natalie’s eyelids began

she knew

head tilted to the side, and she

“Baby!”

a breath of relief when he realized she’d only fallen

what Yvonne had said–someone

know what kind of drug it was; they’d have

on a nearby chair and covered her with a

woman says her son is dying. She’s begging

Beth saw Baron, she

Please save my son! If

slightly

immediately fell silent. Following his gaze,