swnovels.com "Since I'm not a devil, then what are you afraid of me for?" George asked her as he gazed into her eyes.
Jessie's mouth opened, "I ......"
She was unable to say anything.
She couldn't say that she indeed didn't think of him as the devil.
He was not the devil, but the fear he brought her was no different from the devil.
Seeing Jessie lowering her head and acting as a shrinking turtle again, George was more or less exhausted in his heart.
"Forget it, go out." He waved his hand again and let her out.
He knew that her fear of him was rooted in what his past self had done to her.
Even if she couldn't remember it now, her subconscious mind couldn't forget it.
Jessie's mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something else, but looking at his unquestionable eyes, she finally closed her mouth and turned around to go out.
After she left, George rubbed his brow, then endured the discomfort caused by the bandages, picked up the bowl of soup and slowly drank it.
Jessie did not know that his hands not only worked, but also worked so well.
By now, she had already left the ward and sat down on the cool chair in the corridor, intending to wait for a while before going in to see if George had finished drinking.
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