I froze as I looked at the location of the injuries. He probably had Cindy in his arms to protect her when the car crash happened, right?
He noticed my gaze and quickly retracted his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Miss Woods is cooking. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
I lowered my head and did not say a word.
All of a sudden, the room fell silent with a deafening silence.
He got up and propped himself up with a pillow. He was half-lying down and embracing me in his arms again. He reached out to rub my hands. Though this might seem intimate, both of us knew that at this very moment, our hearts were flipping inside out. It was hard for either of us to start the conversation.
After a very long time, I could not stand the stifling atmosphere any longer and said, "Did you get these injuries because you were trying to protect her?"
I regretted it after asking the question. I was too blunt.
His hand that was holding onto mine froze slightly but he still did not say a word.
I sighed and retracted my hand, saying, "I'm sweaty. I'll go take a shower."
I hated my recklessness. Why would I ask something s o obvious? If he admitted it, then I would only get upset. I hoped he would not say anything because that way, I could play dumb and pretended like nothing had happened.
He raised his hand and held me down, not letting me get up. He looked at me and asked, "Were you worried?"
Stunned, I asked, "Worried about what?"
"About my health," he replied.
I laughed, but my laughter did not reach my eyes. I said, "I was worried, but not about your health. I was thinking about how you got hurt. The part where you risked your life for others."
I was almost screaming when I got to the last sentence.
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