Thank You for Dressing My Wound

Audrey withdrew her arm.

"Nothing. It's just some bruises."

Bryson narrowed his eyes and stared at her who was avoiding his eye. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and untied her cuff links.

"What are you doing?" Audrey got anxious and wanted to break his grip. However, her arm hurt so much that she couldn't. She could only let him undo her cuff links and roll up the boggy sleeve, exposing her slightly swollen and bruised shoulder.

She glanced at it and frowned.

She didn't expect it to be so badly hurt. Perhaps there was a bump on the ground and she hit it when she fell.

"Are these just some bruises?" Bryson asked in a low voice.

Audrey didn't answer because she was guilty.

She pulled off her sleeve to cover the bruise.

"It doesn't matter. They will subside in a few days."

Audrey turned around to open the door. He squeezed her shoulder out of the blue and a sharp pang of pain hit her. When she turned around, he was standing behind and looking at her with a gloomy expression.