Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 411

411 -Who Is The Cheater?

'Enya! what the fuck happened?" Maynard rushed, but before he could reach me, Lazio pushed him aside as he bolted in my direction and knelt down in front of me. No words were spoken when he grabbed my arm and helped me straighten up while I kept sitting on the floor.

'What happened?* Lazio cupped my face in his hands, but his eyes betrayed his actions. There was concern in them, but not with the intensity with which he pushed Maynard aside.

I couldn't understand anything, not even myself. I couldn't comprehend why I was noticing everything. Why not just appreciate him for now?

Why had it become so hard to get a tiny bit of his attention?

'Co—rbin!" I stammered in sobs, trying to clean my face as the fresh blood kept entering my mouth.

'What? he hit you?" Maynard asked, raising his voice to express his anger towards the situation. I raised my face and nodded blankly before Lazio helped me get up on my feet.

*I need to first take care of her wounds, and then we can talk about what to do.* Lazio wrapped his arm around my body and helped me walk to the bedroom. Maynard and Christina followed us to help Lazio.

'It is okay, guys, I can take care of her," Lazio instantly excused himself when he watched Christina staring at Maynard, who was too busy getting infuriated with Corbin.

*I think they need time alone." Christina understood what Lazio wanted, but since Maynard refused to listen, she had to gently nudge his elbow and make him follow her. After the two left, Lazio brought the aid box to the bed and sat down with me.

’Is it because of the rejection?’ he asked, cleaning my wound. Now that I was in the comfort of my own home, I recalled the pain I felt when he hit me, and it made me teary-eyed again. I couldn't forget the anger I felt at that time.

If only I had my powers, I would have beaten the fuck out of him.

'Hey! don't cry," Lazio pushed the aid aside and wrapped his arms around me to give me a shoulder to cry on. I was about to sob on his chest when I felt something odd about his cologne.

He smelled different.

Pulling away from him, I frowned at him. His brow furrowed before he tilted his head to look me in the eyes and ask what happened.

"You sme—II different," I said.

'What do you mean?" He let out a little uncomfortable laugh before attempting to clean my injuries again.