NovelEnglishChapter 580 I don't always want to be the worrywart. So I said, "Okay, I got it? Bella spoke gently on the phone, "Alinight, get srest soon. A pregnant women shouldn't be up too late." "You too," I responded.
As I hung up and set down my phone, there was the sound of the door opening I quickly made my way to the entrance, where Christine and Ramona exchanged glances.
Ramona said, "Cwith me, let's check on my garden flowers" Christine was cooperative, "Sure thing" Of course, the person returning was Gregory Ford.
I opened my arms to hug him, but he stopped me, holding my shoulders, Tm dirty, I need a shower first.
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Even now, with a child on the way and my heightened caution about bacteria, his level of dirt seemed excessive for just running errands and not rolling in dirt at a construction site.
Just as I was about to inquire further, a small black vial caught my eye.
"Antidote?!" My eyes brightened.
“Mm-hmm,” he replied, raising his eyebrows coyly, almost boastfully, 'Am I impressive or what?" He was trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart tightened in an instant. I didn't reach for the antidote immediately but instead began examining him for injuries, lifting his clothes.
It was when I discovered the blood on his arm that he suddenly grabbed my wrist "Don't light a fire if you can't put it out," he warned, gaze lowered.
My eyes immediately moistened. "You're not taking this seriously, are you?" As I was about to cry, Gregory instinctively reached to tousle my hair, trying to comfort me. He quickly thought better of it and withdrew his hand.
Something was not right. I firmly grasped his hand to check it, several trails of dried blood were visible, ghastly though they had clotted.
"Weren't you the one who promised you wouldn't get hurt?" I protested.
Gregory had the frustrated look of a learned man outmatched in a skirmish, ineffectively 15.1 # resignedy admitting with a helpless gesture, I did indeed break my Wow Best dont cry all you say goes ENNY V Ad hardest towards the living room.
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He meekly placed his injured hand in mine. Under the brighter living room lights, I saw not Rot scabs, but NOUS WOODEN splinters embedded deeply Iwas dampted to kick him, however, the sight of his hand softened my resolve.
Gregory chickled, "Don't hold back, kick if it eases your spirit, don't spare a thought.' Whe's spering though? it's just that my foot hurts." is it your foot hurting, or your heart?" Lacted as if I hacht heard him, first washing off the dried blood, then carefully removed the splinters with breezers.
After multiple checks and applying disinfectant, I reached for a bandage when Gregory spoke up, obstructing, "No need, it'll heal quickly enough." I held the bandage, silently looking at him.
Gregory capitulated, "Alright, you win."
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I realized he hadn't taken the injury seriously; if I hadn't discovered it, the probably would have skipped even disinfecting it.
Gregory was about to shrug it off but suddenly swerved. "Actually, my hand shouldn't get wet, how about really she you help me... with my shower?" 23 15:14 A koka a Wang Na to lose face extended a finger, hooked his bell, waha yake, might help you wash, but, will you manage to way
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