My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 17

Jocelyn's heart tightened and her first thought was that his wound had split open because of her.

She immediately turned on the interior lights of the car and put her eyes on the man.

Looking over carefully, she noticed that the black shirt on his body seemed to have a large part of it wet.

"You have a split wound." Jocelyn was full of tension.

Although she couldn't see that image herself, she knew how much it hurt just thinking about it.

However, Noah just looked down with a bland face, "It's okay."

On his face, emotion fluctuation could not be seen, as if the person who was hurt wasn't himself at all.

"That's okay?"

"It's a small injury, it won't kill me." He looked taciturn, steadily turning the steering wheel and staring ahead.

"A small injury left untreated can kill you if it gets infected." Jocelyn added.

He had become like this for her and she could never sit back and do nothing about it.

"Go back to the hospital right away."

"I will send you home first."

"I hate hospitals, and I don't like going there if it's not necessary." He continued to drive forward with no intention of listening.

Charlotte instantly moved to his side and quickly unzipped his shirt.

This instant she was stunned; two places on the right side of his chest and a gauze-covered area on the right side of his abdomen were completely stained with blood.

The bright red liquid was running all over his body, the toned pecs, and the sexy eight-pack abs, were stained with blood.

The image was so shocking that she couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

"I am driving, don't you want to live?" Noah 's eyes were tainted with a bit of sulking.

"Go back to the hospital." Jocelyn insisted, with a bit of displeasure under her eyes.

Noah's attitude instantly gentled down, "Be good, don't make a fuss."

And then he fastened the buckle with one hand and continued forward, he could completely handle this small injury himself.

She didn’t know if it was because these words wereambiguous, or if it was just her illusion, she always felt that when he said this, his tone was somewhat gentle.

Glancing at a pharmacy on the roadside, Jocelyn immediately snapped back to her senses, "I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine then I'll medicate you."

Noah's eyebrow lightly raised, his gaze coolly fell on her, but he did not say anything, just silently parked the car at the roadside.

Jocelyn lowered her head and prepared to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car.

However, when her hand reached for the switch, it was held down by a large, warm hand.

Turning back, she saw the man's face close at hand.

It was as if there was an invisible net hidden under his eyes, as if he would trap one firmly if one was not careful.

The moment he pressed over, Jocelyn felt a great sense of oppression, and her breath even missed half a beat.

"Although I know you care about me, I want you to care about yourself first, can you walk on those feet?" A low voice rang out overhead.

As the words fell, Noah got out of the car, not giving Jocelyn any chance to speak at all.

Jocelyn blushed and furrowed her brows in embarrassment, looking at his slender, upright back and whining, "Who cares about you?"

Soon Noah got into the car with a bag of medicines.

The cold air outside was brought in by him and Jocelyn couldn't help but shiver at once.

He placed the stuff directly on her lap and opened his shirt naturally.

"I told you not to hug me, but you refused, now what?" Jocelyn grumbled with a slight frown.

She opened the bag as she complained.

Noah, however, did not say a word, just listening to her complaints in silence.

The things he bought were complete, there were disinfectant cotton balls, cotton swabs, gauze, tweezers, alcohol and disinfectant potion.

Jocelyn took the lead in disinfecting the tweezers with alcohol, and then she picked up a piece of alcohol cotton and carefully disinfected it on his wound.

To avoid him being in pain, she kept blowing on his wound.

She was tender.

Noah's heart was suddenly warmed.

"Does it hurt?" Jocelyn asked, her voice soft.