Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After…

Chapter 522 The Handkerchief

Felix’s voice was deep and hoarse, as if he was holding back pain.

Meryl froze, recognizing his voice instantly.

When she turned around, she found Felix lying in the bushes with a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

From the looks of it, he was injured somewhere.

Meryl couldn’t hide her surprise at finding Felix here at the orchestra, of all places.

She frowned and asked, “What are you doing here?”

The orchestra had strict security, requiring registration for anyone coming or going.

Meryl had never heard of any connection between the Powell family and this orchestra.

“Knowing too much isn’t good for you. It might get you into trouble. You sure you want to ask?”

Felix pushed himself up to sit against the wall, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Meryl immediately went quiet. “Never mind then.”

“Huh… but now I feel like telling you anyway.” Meryl was speechless.

She’d never met such an unreasonable man in her life.

Felix tapped the wall behind him. “Know what’s on the other side? That’s my house.”

Meryl asked, “So?”

“I fell off the wall.”

Meryl was speechless.

“Come help me up.”

Felix’s tone wasn’t exceptionally polite as he waved Meryl over.

Meryl figured it must’ve taken quite some effort for someone with two bad legs to fall over a wall, so she went over to help him up.

As she got closer, she noticed a wound on Felix’s shoulder. Dark red blood was seeping through his clothes.

The injury looked grave, and beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead.

Meryl asked, “How should we get you back?”

Felix replied, “Through Powell Manor’s front gate, obviously! What, were you planning to toss me back over the wall?”

Meryl thought to herself, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t been thrown before.”

Since they probably couldn’t find a wheelchair at the orchestral building, Meryl grabbed a stick from the bushes and handed it to Felix to use as a crutch.

Felix didn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable. Leaning on his wooden stick with one hand, he wrapped his injured arm around Meryl’s shoulders, deliberately putting most of his weight on her as if trying to crush her.

In a commanding tone, he ordered, “Pick up that gun at your feet and hand it to me.”

Meryl fell silent.

She had assumed it was a toy gun, but when she picked it up, the weight told her otherwise.

It was definitely real.

Come to think of it, Felix’s shoulder injury looked suspiciously like a gunshot wound.

He claimed his house was just on the other side of the wall. She wondered how he ended up so badly hurt in his own home.

It seemed more likely that Felix had scaled the wall in desperation to escape something, only to fall.

Just as she said, “Wait here a moment,” and turned to leave, Felix yanked her back instantly.

“Going somewhere? Are you trying to run?” His voice turned cold, his eyes darkening. “Or did seeing the gun scare you?”

“I promised to treat your leg, and I keep my promises. I just need to grab my acupuncture kit from my dorm.”

Felix’s eyes narrowed. “Your dorm? You live here? Well, well, looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

Meryl said nothing.

There was an unmistakable excitement in Felix’s voice.

Without a word, Meryl pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wrapped it around his shoulder wound to stop the bleeding.

Felix’s eyes flickered with surprise at the sight of the