Chapter 190: You want to sic a dog on me?

Her hand was soft, and the slap wasn't heavy, but it hurt her wound.

"Wayne Bailey... get away from me... I don't want to see you..."

Wayne Bailey froze, the slap undoubtedly landing on his heart...

The first thing she did when she woke up was to hit him and reject him?

He grabbed her small hand and pressed it against his stiff cheek, whispering hoarsely, "But I want to see you, I want to keep looking at you, Anna Jadwin!"

He raised his left hand and slapped himself in the face, the pain from the gun wound on his left arm and the palm of his hand made his whole body ache and tremble.

Cold sweat trickled down.

"Wherever you want to hit me, I'll do it myself. Wouldn't that make you even happier?"

"..."

"You don't even have to lift a finger to torture me to a bloody pulp." He curled his red lips and sneered sarcastically, "Looking at me struggling to survive, are you satisfied?"

She had scared half a life out of him, and his physical condition was no better than hers.