Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 685

Scarlett felt deeply uneasy about the whole situation. "But... you're losing a lot of blood," she said, her voice tense.

Damian let out a soft laugh, even as the cold night air whipped around him. "I know what I'm doing. I'll be okay."

He cared for her too much to let anything happen to himself now.

No matter what he faced, Scarlett was always his first thought—his reason to push through.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Scarlett gradually steadied herself and remained beside the window.

After about thirty seconds, Damian noticed her cheeks were flushed from the chill. He smiled. "Alright, I'm coming in."

Scarlett stepped aside but still warned anxiously, "Please be careful."

As she spoke, she extended both hands, ready to support him if he stumbled.

When he reached the windowsill, the strong metallic scent of blood hit her.

Her medical training immediately kicked into gear.

As Damian prepared to climb into the bedroom, Scarlett—still unsettled—quickly brought over a stool.

Once he stepped down, he leaned heavily against her.

Under normal circumstances, Damian would have held back. He'd never allow his battered, dirt-stained self to touch someone as clean and put-together as Scarlett.

But tonight, he didn't have the energy to resist.

He slumped against her, though careful not to put his full weight on her frame.

Gently wrapping his arms around her, he murmured with quiet warmth, "Baby, I missed you."

Scarlett hesitated, unsure whether to return the embrace or just keep him upright.

In the end, she left her hands hovering in the air, not quite touching him.

"Where are you hurt?" she asked. "Let me see."

Damian pulled back obediently and made his way slowly to her bed.

He glanced at the soft, powder-blue duvet. Part of him wanted nothing more than to lie down and let her scent wrap around him.

But he was filthy, covered in grime and blood. He held himself back.

Noticing him standing motionless by the bed, Scarlett approached. "Lie down."

Damian turned his head toward her. "Are you sure?"

She helped guide him down. "Why worry about that now? Your life comes first."

Hearing that, Damian didn't hesitate. He lay back, and almost immediately, dark stains began to seep into the light-blue fabric.

Scarlett leaned over and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, trying to locate the source of the bleeding.

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