You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 877

Tim carefully put Michelle on the bed. As soon as he released her arm, she crawled out of the bed from the other side.

"Why are you running?" With a frown, Tim grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. He ordered, "Lie down!"

"Don't touch me!" Michelle waved her fists and feet in a hurry, trying to break free from his big hands.

All she could think about was that she couldn't let Tim succeed.

As she struggled, her wound reopened, and the blood broke through the solidified layer of blood on the surface of her skin and dripped on the black quilt.

Michelle's hair was disheveled and plastered against her face. Tears were streaming down her face, and fear soon overwhelmed her heart.

She couldn't get rid of him!

No matter how hard she tried!

Boo... Hoo...

"Tim, don't be like this. Let's have a talk, okay? I will give you whatever you want. Please let me go."

Michelle's eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice became hoarse because of constant shouting. She looked helpless and pitiful.

"If you don't struggle, I'll let you go," said Tim in a low voice.

"R...Really?" Michelle choked with sobs.

Tim nodded. Michelle looked at him for a while and seemed to have made up her mind to stop struggling.

Gradually, Tim loosened his grip, turned around and went out the room. When he came back, he had a medical kit in his hand. When he opened the door, he didn't see Michelle, nor did the quilt on the bed.

He looked around and knew that there was no place for Michelle to hide herself at all.

When he approached the bedside, he saw that Michelle, wrapped in a quilt, curled up in the corner, her body trembling and her mouth whimpering.

Tim squatted down. As he placed the medical kit on the floor, it made a sound. Michelle was so shocked that she raised her eyes suddenly with a flushed face. When she saw the face of Tim, she shrank back in panic.

"Can you... Can you not touch me? I can give you money. I will give you all my money."

Her soft voice trembled helplessly.

"Do you really hate me so much?" Tim looked at her deeply.

He reached out to grab Michelle's hand, but the latter was unwilling to touch him. She tried her best to retreat, but she was like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to resist at all. She could only let him grab her hand.

Tears streamed down her face, and her cries became more miserable, as if his words had sent her into the depths of despair. Hearing this, Tim felt painful in his heart.

He rolled up Michelle's sleeve, and when he saw the two wounds, his heart ache.

"I'm not a kidnapper. I don't need your money but..." Tim stopped and couldn't finish his words.

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "I don't want your money. I just want you." He raised his eyes and said seriously, "I'll exchange my money, my life and all my things with you. Can you be my woman?"

"No way!" Michelle was so scared that she wanted to withdraw her hand and hide, but it was pulled tightly by Tim.

He said with a fiendish look, "Don't move!"

Michelle didn't dare to move.

Realizing that he looked too fierce, Tim had no choice but to soften his tone and said, "Don't move. I'll disinfect and clean the wound on your hand first, and then bandage it for you. Otherwise, it will cause a fever if the wound is infected."

He took out the disinfecting alcohol from the medical kit.

"You are sick and your body is so hot. I called the doctor just now. Don't be afraid."

Michelle's head kept buzzing, and a strange desire was burning in her body. She didn't hear clearly what Tim was talking about at all.

She felt like she was grilled on a fire. She needed ice water or something that could put out the fire.

However, she could no longer stand up. The only person she could ask for help was Tim, but he would never help her.

But she still wanted to have a try. She looked at Tim timidly and said, "I... I want..."

"What?" Tim raised his head and looked at her as he picked up a ball of cotton with a pair of tweezers after he dipped it into the alcohol. "Don't move. I'll disinfect the wound for you."

When the cotton stained with alcohol touched Michelle's skin around the wound, she felt a little cold and her consciousness seemed to have recovered a little.