CHAPTER 116: IT WAS YOU
Sky felt as if Dray's fingertips, which were stroking his cheeks, carried a hint of tenderness. Even his cold gaze, which was now lowered and directed at him, seemed to have gained some patience.
No, it couldn't be...
How could Dray care about her? He must be delusional.
"I...I'm not...uncomfortable..." Sky tried to avoid Dray's touch, feeling a bit embarrassed.
But as soon as he moved, the pain from the wound on his neck made his delicate eyebrows furrow and he gasped for air.
"Don't move, you're injured," Dray said.
"Injured? What injury?" Sky's mind went blank. He couldn't remember when he got hurt.
"Take it easy," Dray didn't answer his question right away. Instead, he gently wrapped his big hand around his slender waist.
Feeling the fragile body of the man in his arms trembling slightly, Dray's eyes darkened.
He took a pillow and placed it behind him waist, making him more comfortable before loosening the grip around his waist.
"Thank you..." Sky said.
"I can do it myself...you can let go..." he added.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and realized that he had indeed been injured. But there seemed to be a missing piece in his memory.
The final scene froze at the moment when Dray and Sky's conversation ended on a sour note.
Sky couldn't even remember how he ended up with all these injuries, lying here on the bed.
"Um."
Dray responded coldly, but he showed no intention of letting go of him.
His big hand still held his waist with a dominating grip.
Sky couldn't move back.
Dray's cold and stern face suddenly enlarged in front of him.
He bent down and leaned in close.
Sky: "!!!"
Dray's gaze was calm and cold, and he was almost face to face with him, looking straight into his eyes.
"What, haven't you woken up yet? Or did you really hit your head and can't remember anything?"
He placed one hand on his waist and the other on the bed.
His cold and deep eyes, high and straight nose, and thin lips were all so close to him.
Especially those black obsidian-like eyes that were always cold and indifferent, bottomless and mysterious, and captivating.
Sky's heart suddenly tightened and pounded.
He had never seen Dray like this before.
"I...my head still hurts, and I don't remember much..."
"It happened at the Crystal Palace Club."
Dray kindly reminded him as he looked at his fragile and hesitant appearance.
"That's where you got injured."
"The Crystal Palace..."
Sky raised his hand and touched his forehead.
His fingertips lightly brushed the medical gauze on his forehead.
His temple suddenly throbbed with pain.
In an instant, the images of Bella brutally bullying him and pressing him to the ground before he lost consciousness flashed through his mind like a slide show.
"I... I remember now..."
"It was bella... Bella deliberately deceived me to go there..."
"I was tricked by her!"
When the words "Bella" were uttered from Sky's mouth, Dray's cold and stern eyebrows slightly furrowed, but Sky was still immersed in his memories and did not notice the change in Dray's expression.
He leaned his right hand on his forehead, reliving everything that happened to him at the Crystal Palace club as the memories resurfaced.
He was in so much pain at that time...
He was almost dying...
He lay there, barely breathing, and even every breath was a luxury.
At that time, he thought he was temporarily dizzy.
That was why he saw Dray appear.
That was why he told Dray so sadly and vulnerably that he was in so much pain...
That was why he saw Dray carrying him in a hallucination...
"That day..."
"It was you...who saved me?" Sky finally remembered.