Henrick watched as his foot continued to bleed. It was said that one's fingers were linked to their heart. It really hurt.
After Alice reacted, she also looked at his foot. She couldn't bear to see him hurt. She squatted in front of him with her first air kit in her hand. Seeing a layer of skin that had peeled off from his toes, her heart ached and her eyes turned red.
How did he take care of himself when he was so badly injured?
She took out antiseptic cream and a cotton swab, and carefully and gently wiped the blood around the wound.
Henrick looked at her actions and felt that she regarded him as a treasure.
Her movements were very light, serious, and careful. It was previously very painful, but right then, the pain had somewhat diminished.
There was a stinging pain when she touched it, but it was within the range he could bear.
Alice cleaned the blood up little by little, but the wound kept bleeding. After she wiped away some blood, more immediately appeared.
She sped up and cleaned up the blood around her. Then, she took out the medicine and looked up at him. "It will hurt. Bear with it."
After that, she quickly lowered her head.
Henrick was stunned. He had just seen her eyes turn red. Was she sad for him?
He had been in a daze as he thought about how Alice's eyes had turned red just now. He had even ignored the intense pain. It wasn't until she had wrapped his injured foot in gauze that his injury no longer looked as bad as it did before. She looked at him and said, "It's done." That brought him back to his senses.
"Thank you, thank you!" He opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice was a little stuttering.
Except for his family, he rarely seemed to be cherished like this. His heart was deeply shocked.
"No need for thanks. You can go back now." Alice's expression turned cold again, and she leaned to one side to avoid looking at him.
He looked at her side profile under the light. She was beautiful.
It was only then that he realized in frustration that he didn't know her very well. He didn't know her temperament.
What he knew about her was through the information he had gathered. She was enthusiastic and cheerful. She would share anything fun with him. And he just... Barely responded to her. Now that he thought about it, he was really a b*stard.
However, looking at her and her assistants, as well as Brenden, they all got along well with her and they treated her very kindly, so he knew that she had a good character.
During this period of time that he had known her, he had never seen her act spoiled or entitled. She was born in a good family, but she kept a low profile and never easily exposed her true identity.
The Clarke family was definitely an existence that could not be ignored in Lemmon City.
Hearing that there was no movement beside her, Alice, who had already calmed down, turned around and looked at him. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
He suddenly looked at his hand and said with some embarrassment, "My hand and foot are injured, so I can't make a hot compress myself."
She was speechless. He wanted her to make a hot compress for him.
She couldn't figure it out. The man seemed like he didn't want to talk to her anymore a few days ago. Why did he want to sit in her room and not leave that day?
The two looked at each other in silence.
In the end, she was defeated and silently took the hot water to make him a warm compress.
The reason was very simple. The way Henrick looked at her seemed to be telling her that the injury on his hand was caused by her.
With such guilt in her heart, it was easy for her heart to soften.
When the hot towel was wrapped around his wrist, Henrick felt warm in her heart.
Alice massaged his hand seriously, and he just stared at her face quietly.
The atmosphere was a little hard to describe, but he did not hate this feeling.
Even he himself did not realize that the corners of his mouth could not help but smile.
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