Chapter 1150

I blushed.

Johnathan really can say anything!

I interrupted him speechlessly, “Just tell me, is there any medicine prepared in this villa…?”

However, before I could finish my sentence, a hand suddenly reached out from behind me and snatched my phone out of my hand.

I was taken aback and quickly turned around, only to see Reynaldo standing behind me. I don’t know when he appeared.

He held the phone to his ear, his other hand stroking my hair hanging down behind my head, his deep gaze fixed on me, but his words were directed at the phone.

“It’s very late. I won’t disturb your rest. I’m hanging up.”

I got anxious as soon as I heard this and hurried to grab the phone.

I just grabbed the phone, and the call had already ended.

I glared at him gloomily, “What are you doing? I haven’t even figured out yet from Johnathan whether there is a medicine cabinet in this room.”

Reynaldo smiled and took my hand, saying, “Supper is ready. Let’s go down and eat together.”

“Reynaldo!”

I looked at him angrily, “I told you about the first aid kit. I was worried about your injury.”

Reynaldo suddenly looked at me deeply, as if finally believing that I had him in my heart, and that I was worried and anxious about him.

He looked at me for a long time before saying gently, “My injury is fine; there is no more bleeding.”

I didn’t believe him and pulled his nightgown open.

Although the blood that had just flowed, he had already wiped it all off.

But the wound still had blood oozing out, and it looked very painful.

I glared at him angrily, “Doesn’t this hurt?”

It’s been a month already, and the wound should have healed almost completely with medication. Why is it still like this?

“Did you always manage to make them all snap?”

Reynaldo did not speak; he just smiled.

The moment I saw his expression, I knew I guessed right.

Reynaldo really didn’t take care of his body.

During this period, I felt depressed and gloomy, and he definitely felt the same.

So, he definitely didn’t spare himself and probably often abused alcohol.

This man, whenever he was unhappy, would torture himself.

I really didn’t want to talk about him.

I feel sorry for myself when I talk too much.

I ignored him and walked out of the room.

He chuckled softly, came forward, and took my hand.

I shook it off, but I couldn’t shake it off.

I stared at him.

He chuckled and said, “You have become so precious that you won’t even let me hold your hand.”

“You!”

I was so angry that I didn’t want to talk to him.

I was worried sick about his injury, but he seemed completely unconcerned.

Good job!

Forget it, anyway, "the one who is in pain is him, not me!"

When I was going downstairs, Johnathan sent me a message.

I didn’t prepare a first aid kit because I never expected you guys to be so intense.

The sentence was followed by a smirk.

I was speechless for a while.

He then sent another message.

You should take it easy, Reynaldo. Your health is important.

I turned my head and looked at the man beside me.

Take it easy on him?

But am I the one who gets to decide?

Thinking about his ferocity in bed just now, I doubted life.

Just a moment ago he looked so weak, like a sickly person, but the next moment he was like a wild beast breaking free from its restraints.