You Cannot Blame Me

Rancho put on a complacent face, without shame.

"Well, we had an agreement in competing in martial arts, but it didn't forbid to use concealed weapons. This is the so-called" never tiring of weapons". So, in the end, it's because he's inferior to me. You can't blame me."

Nataly walked towards George worried.

Nataly's eyes darkened as looking at the wound on George's hand.

"Mr. George, your hand..."

George glanced at the wound and smiled, "It's fine, I'm okay."

Nataly bit her lower lip.

"Stretch out your hand."

George looked at her curiously.

Nataly took out a handkerchief from her bag and tied up George's hand.

George looked at the handkerchief on his hand, flattered.

"It will dirty your handkerchief!" With that, George removed the handkerchief.

Nataly hurriedly grabbed George's wrist and stopped him.

"Mr. George, your hand is more important. Besides, you were hurt because of me. It is just a handkerchief. You don't have to mind."