Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251

Anathea remained impassive as she met Gregory’s desperate, anxious gaze. She turned her head to the side, looking away from

him.

“You’re overthinking this.”

She might have cared in the past, but now, she felt only disgust. She was repulsed that he would pretend to love her despite willfully hurting her over and over again.

This was nothing more than a honey trap; he was waiting for her to walk into it again so he could have full control over her.

If that happened, she would never break free from him, no matter how hard she tried!

She’d nearly been tricked before, but this time, she knew better. She’d seen through him and wouldn’t fall for his tricks again!

But Anathea couldn’t understand why Gregory would waste so much effort on her when he’d made it clear that he didn’t like her and found her disgusting.

Did he think she was gullible and stupid? Or did he think it was fun to toy with her feelings because she’d secretly crushed on him for ten years and loved him for six?

Her eyes flashed icily at the thought.

Grégory stared at her frigid side profile. It was slender, the chiseled lines of her jaw and cheekbones a little too defined. His heart nearly broke at the sight of this.

He reached out to touch her, but Anathea instinctively braced her weight against her arms and dodged aside when she saw his hand coming.

A pained hiss escaped her when the sudden movement tugged on the reddish abrasion along her inner thigh.

“What’s wrong?” Gregory pressed out of concern when he noticed the blood draining from Anathea’s face.

He quickly made to inspect her body. “Are you hurting somewhere?”

Anathea chewed on her bottom lip and glowered at Gregory, but the pain running up her inner thigh was too much for her to ignore. All she could do was take deep breaths.

“Where does it hurt?” Anathea had smacked Gregory’s hand away and refused to tell him what was wrong, and he couldn’t help demanding anxiously, “Speak!”

“You’re a piece of shit, Gregory!” Anathea snapped through gritted teeth.

Gregory froze at the insult, then belatedly recalled what he’d done to her in the changing room at the dinner party.

He’d been so agitated and overcome with rage that he acted impulsively, but he hadn’t thought much about the consequence

his actions.

Now, as he beheld Anathea’s bloodless face, he finally realized how absurd and despicable he’d been. To add insult to her injury, he’d even told her he wouldn’t apologize for what he did.

“I’m sorry…” Gregory lowered his head and added hoarsely, “Let me see how deep the scrape is-”

“Get away from me!” Anathea yelled, clutching the hem of her nightgown when she saw him reaching for it.

She didn’t feel anything toward him right now other than apprehension.

Gregory paused. A tense silence stretched out between them momentarily. He then took out his phone and called Martin to have him send a female doctor to the villa.

He asked Anathea, “If you won’t let me take a look, at least let the doctor check you out, okay?”

Anathea turned away, refusing to speak to him.

The female doctor arrived in less than 20 minutes and proceeded to examine Anathea’s wound.

The doctor pronounced, “It’s just a mild abrasion, but Mrs. Sinclair could have aggravated it by walking around. Thankfully, the scrape isn’t too deep. It could get infected if it doesn’t get treated in time. Try to avoid contact with water for the next two days.”

Gregory nodded and ordered, “Prescribe the best medicine there is”

“Yes, sir,” the doctor replied.

Gregory then saw the doctor off, asking her about things he should look out for along the way.

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