My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 493

Derek suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

He felt his blood boiling and his heart beating fast. He sat up from the bed and looked at the darkness in the room. He turned on the light. No matter how he adjusted his breathing, he couldn't feel calm.

Derek frowned, with his beautiful eyebrows drawn together. He subconsciously turned to look out the window at the night sky. The stars were sparse under the clear moon, and a few scattered stars set off half of the crescent moon.

The moon was not full today.

Every full moon night before, strange things happened to his body. Although his memory was blurry every time he woke up, there were still some vague memories in his subconscious.

Every full moon night, he would be tormented with pain all over his body, and even his bones would be in great pain. His skin was scorching as if he was being roasted by a hot fire. His heart would beat very fast as if it was trying to get out of his chest. He felt that his whole body was about to explode. Every time he felt like he was on the verge of death, and he had to be suffering every month.

Therefore, on that day, he would become very manic and restless. He became a totally different person, more like a wild beast out of control with no sense.

Derek's blood was boiling all over his body, which made him uneasy, but it was not the kind of manic pain he felt on a full moon night.

When he lowered his head, he found the wound on his arm.

During the day, he was scratched by the black cat in the square. The previous wound was very thin, but it was very deep. Derek did not care. He let the blood drip out and dyed the sleeve of the white shirt red. Now the dark red blood on the shirt had solidified.

Although he could not feel the pain, he faintly felt that this was where the problem was.

Derek tore open the left sleeve with his right hand, and the expensive satin fabric made a cracking sound. He did not care about how expensive it was.

The sleeve was torn open, and at this moment, he could clearly see the whole wound on his arm. The edge of the wound was turning purple, and the nearby muscles began to fester, the area expanding. There was light yellow pus oozing out, which looked very disgusting.

It seemed that the muscle was intoxicated. Pus flowed out of the rotten wound and the wound extended to the normal skin around. Little by little, the skin of the whole arm turned black and purple.

The cat's claws were extremely poisonous, more than he expected. He thought it was just a mild poison and never took it seriously.

"Who raised the cat?" Derek's deep blue eyes were still flashed with calmness as he muttered to himself.

If this happened to others, he would have sensed the pain long ago, but because of the influence of the full moon recently, the nerves all over his body were numb.

He slept until midnight and woke up restlessly. It seemed that the poison had invaded his blood.

Would he die?

Derek did not worry about this.

He didn't go to the hospital. Derek quietly looked down at the wound on her arm as if it wasn't him who was in pain. He just quietly observed the changes in the wound.

There was a small light on in the room. The late-night room was quiet. Since Derek had no sense of time, he usually didn't like to hang the clock in his room. He hated the sound of the clock ticking because he was very sensitive to all sounds. Even if the electronic clock was silent, he didn't like it to be flashing all the time. Larry bought one for him before, but Derek threw it away every time.

As for death, he had never been afraid of it.

In fact, for him, there had always been no concept of living in his word.

The black cat was still squatting outside Derek's balcony. It had been 7 hours, and it was still very patient squatting in the same position on the air conditioner shell.

The night was cool and humid. The cat's soft fur was covered with a layer of dew.

It could perfectly blend in with such a late night, like a motionless and farsighted predator. It was now staring intently into the room, its golden cat's eyes shining in the dark night, extremely weird.

The small balcony was facing Derek's bedroom. It could see everything inside from here. After a while, the black cat seemed to be a little bored. It stretched out its left paw and stroke its face.

It tilted its head as if it did not understand what Derek was doing inside.

In the past, after everyone was grabbed by its claws, they would roll on the ground painfully and make a mess, loudly begging for mercy and roaring, which would finally lead to death.

This man was really strange.

At this moment, Derek, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and his vision began to blur. He knew that his blood poisoning was getting worse.

He no longer observed the wound on his arm. He leaned against the bedside, folded his hands and feet, leaned his head against his knees, and sat in a corner.

For him, it felt the same as in the Fisher family when he was a child. The adults of the Fisher family liked to punish him by locking him up in the dark and scary storeroom. Instead of crying or making a scene, he found a corner and sat there quietly with his body folded up.

Those people said he was a weirdo. They scolded him for not crying. The adults would be angrier and angrier when they saw him not crying.

They liked to beat him by the side of the willow vine. The sound of the vine whipping the flesh seemed to make these people even more excited and noisy, but Derek still did not cry. He stood still while being beaten up.