With a roar of rage, he tore at her shirt with both hands, and then the sound of buttons falling to the ground came.
Her bare skin was slightly cold in the air, and Patrick pulled her shirt off with his big palm.
Christina felt humiliated and embarrassed.
She raised her hand and tried to fight back.
"Ah, it hurts-"
But just as Christina raised her right hand, she felt a burning pain.
"Don't move!"
Patrick pressed her shoulders and stared at her with deep warning eyes.
Christina felt a little guilty when he looked at her.
She glanced at her right arm from the corner of her eye and saw some blood oozing out of her white shirt.
It must hurt when she had thrown Cory over her shoulder.
She used too much strength, so her old wound was bleeding.
His large palm caressed the wound on her arm, which was cut by glass shards in Hopkins Family a week ago and stitched, but the wound was so deep that it was difficult to heal.
This time, it was bleeding again.
The dark red blood slid down her fair arms, which was a little frightening.
"Where's the medicine box?"
Patrick asked in a cold voice.
Christina didn't dare to move.
He pointed at an old cabinet opposite him.
"It's over there."
Patrick stood up straight and glanced at her, warning her not to move.
Christina looked down and blushed by his eyes.
She knew he was looking for a medicine box to stop the bleeding, but now that she was stripped bare by him, her upper body was left with a bra, so she was really embarrassed to face him.
Patrick really didn't have an improper desire.
He took gauze and hydrogen peroxide from the small medicine kit and put bandages on her.
As the wound was a little deep, Christina couldn't help but frown when he applied the hydrogen peroxide to her wound.
Patrick glanced at her.
He remained cold and did not speak, but he became much more gentle.
Finally, Patrick turned around to pack the medicine kit, and Christina immediately put her shirt back on.
When Patrick put everything in order and looked back at her, she had already put on her coat and looked at him nervously.
"Thank you," Christina said stiffly.
Patrick ignored her.
Instead, he looked at her for a while, as if he was thinking about something.
"Go back."
He suddenly said and walked towards the door.
But Christina did not follow him.
When Patrick got to the door, he looked back at her with some dissatisfaction, and he repeated, "Go back to the Hopkins Family.”
Christina sat on the wooden chair with a strange and complicated expression, "Ugh, I-I have to wait for my aunt to come back.I have something to tell her”
She sat in the chair and was a little reluctant to move.
"Your aunt has been trying some new medicine recently.She's still in the sanatorium and can't come back for the time being." Patrick told her in a cold voice.
Christina was a little surprised that he even knew this.
Without an excuse, she glanced down at her ankle.
Christina bit her lips tightly, braced herself, and stood up.
She moved unwillingly towards him.
Patrick seemed to be thinking about something else.
When he saw her coming, he did not pay much attention to her.
The two of them walked, one in front and the other in the back...
Since there was no elevator in this old apartment building, Christina had to walk down the stairs from the fifth floor.
Christina felt a sharp pain in her ankle every step she took.
She endured it and her face turned pale.
Patrick walked faster than her as he had long legs.
When he walked out of the apartment building, he turned around and saw no sign of Christina.
He frowned slightly and stood there, looking impatiently up the stairs.
Patrick was stunned when he raised his head.
With a gloomy expression, he took two flights of steps at a time.
He saw her sitting on the steps at the corner of the second floor.
"Are you dumb? Why don't you tell me your feet hurt?!"
His cold voice was clearly filled with anger.
Christina's feet hurt so much, and she felt wronged for some reason when he yelled at her.Why could he scold her?
"It's none of your business!" Patrick's face clouded over.
He locked impatiently at her stubborn expression and bent down to pick her up.
Christina was very uncomfortable when she was suddenly hugged by him.
Subconsciously, she struggled, "Put me down, I can walk on my own...’’
"Walk on your own?" Patrick repeated it.
He looked straight at her with his cold eyes.
He seemed to have been completely angered and stopped in his tracks.
Patrick did put her down, and Christina leaned against the rusty railing of the apartment on the right.
Patrick stood beside her and looked at her as if he were watching a play.
He urged coldly, "Go down!"
"Christina, go down on your own! Now!"
Christina felt a little timid, panicked, and wronged when she heard his gloomy voice.
She was so stubborn that she glared back at him, bit her lips, stretched out her left foot, and took a step.
She couldn't let him look down on her.
She must walk on her own! In fact, her right ankle was already sprained.
After walking down from the fifth floor, her ankles were bruised and swollen.
When she stretched her left foot out, her right foot was too weak to support her.
She lost her balance and fell forward.
With an ouch, her knee hit the floor.
Christina quickly grabbed the handrail on the right side of the staircase.
She was not seriously injured, but she looked very awkward.
"Stand up!"
"I tell you to stand up now.You said you can walk down on your own, so do it!"
Patrick stood looking at her without the slightest intention of offering help.
Instead, he continued to urge her with his cold voice, Christina wanted to cry when she heard his cold voice.
She squatted down and had no strength to stand up again.
Her right ankle was throbbing with pain.
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