Chapter 77 Jonathan Jealous
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Observing Anthony’s departure. Milly guided Jonathan into the room and placed a bottle of disinfectant on the table. “Let me attend to your injuries, Jonathan.”
Jonathan was caught off guard. “You…
How had she found out? He hadn’t even mentioned his wound.
Milly seemed to perceive his bewilderment and explained, “I have a keen olfactory perception for blood. I could detect it as soon as you approached.”
She couldn’t quite elucidate her peculiar ability, but fortunately, Jonathan didn’t press for further details.
After cleansing the bloodstains, neutralising any toxins, and fetching the bandages, Jonathan coolly declared. “I’d rather not use the green ones.”
His obstinacy was like that of a child rejecting a certain flavour of candy.
Milly sighed and opened the bandage container. “Then pick one that suits your preference.”
The box, modest in size, contained an assortment of bandages in different hues: red, green, blue, purple each adorned with whimsical cartoon motifs.
Interpreting his silence as disapproval, Milly suggested, “The injury isn’t severe, so you don’t necessarily have to use them
“Blue. I’ll go with the blue ones.”
“Okay.”
She proceeded to affix the blue bandage, featuring a small dog motif, to his palm.
Jonathan appeared content as he inspected the bandage. He quickly tallied them. There were seven and a half cat motifs on the green bandages, while there were eight for the pup. I have half a motif more than Anthony.
“Ready to go?” Milly packed up her supplies and opened the door, wondering if three minutes had elapsed.
Jonathan lingered behind Milly, his gaze fixed on her with a silent intensity that seemed to hint at displeasure.
Perplexed, Milly questioned, “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t upset him, did I?
Without a word, Jonathan coldly raised his hand. “My hand hurts too,” he stated bluntly.
“Huh?”
“But you
didn’t blow on it for me.
*****used feeling a sense of urgency. She approached him and blew a few breaths onto his injured
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Jonathan’s complexion visibly improved. With a cold demeanor, he inserted his hands back into his pockets and raised his chin arrogantly. “This is so childish. Only kids will believe that. Who would believe in such nonsense?”
Yet, the corners of his mouth nearly touched the back of his head, betraying a hint of amusement.
Milly suppressed a smile, beginning to question their maturity levels. Are they really grownups? My, even three–year–olds are more mature than they are.
She noticed she hadn’t been reluctant about getting closer to Leon or Anthony. Even Jonathan, whom she’d only met for the first time. She couldn’t help but wonder if her previous mental struggles had been resolved. Was she no longer resistant to forming connections with others?
As Milly and Jonathan reached the stairs, they encountered Anthony, who was craning his neck upwards.
Anthony glanced at the stopwatch on his phone and scoffed, “Three minutes and one point seventy seven seconds. Two seconds too slow.”
Milly was taken aback by Anthony’s meticulous timing. “I was already hurrying,” she protested.
Anthony pursed his lips, relenting, “Alright, I’ll let it slide this time. He glanced cautiously at Jonathan behind her, then leaned in, whispering in her ear, “Did Mr. Jonathan bother you earlier?”
Sympathy tugged at her heart for Jordan. Raising five younger siblings, particularly teenage boys prone outbursts, was no walk in the park.
Observing the showdown, Jordan furrowed his brow, maintaining his calm demeanoru as he signaled Ivan. “Toss them out, Ivan. They can come back once they’ve sorted themselves out.”
It seemed odd to him–boys usually threw punches, not hair–pulling and spitting. Isn’t that a bit… unorthodox?
And why do they hold up their pinky while they tear at each other.
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