Chapter 1390 Inviting Trouble
Quietly, Beryl was dizzy. She had no time to care about the bruises on her body or her swollen face. She anxiously
watched the retreating street scenes outside the car window.
"I, I want to go back to the hospital."
She had no other places to go. The only place she could think of was the hospital.
Marcellus took out a temporary small first-aid kit from the back of the car. There were disinfectant tools and
medicine in it. He opened the disposable cotton swabs and looked at the tools in his hand instead of her. "How are
you going to get back now?"
Beryl Juliet was slightly stunned. She lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Without looking at herself in the
mirror, she knew that her current appearance must be completely ruined.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf her family saw her like this, they would certainly be panicked.
Amir was still bedridden. She couldn't add more trouble.
Jewel City was so big, yet there was no place for her to hide. Beryl felt incredibly insignificant. Looking at the luxury
car emblem on the steering wheel, she felt even more humble, as if she were in the dust.
She really was inviting trouble, daring to come to Red Cauldron to find him. How inappropriate.
What was even more ironic was that Marcellus paid for her medication. Even after everything that had happened,
she still couldn't bring herself to say a harsh word to him.
This emotion was very contradictory, constantly touching her fragile heart. Before, no matter what Marcellus did,
she never felt this way. She always thought he was rich and she was just an ordinary student. It didn't matter what
he said.
But now, apart from money and status, there were deeper emotions growing from the bottom of her heart.
While she was dazed, Marcellus had already found and squeezed out the anti-inflammatory medicine. He first used
a cotton swab dipped in alcohol and leaned over, his peach blossom eyes serious and solemn, "I know you don't
want me to touch you, but bear with it for a moment until I've finished applying the medicine."
With that, he reached forward, Beryl turned her head to avoid him. Smelling the chilly perfume and alcohol on him,
her nose stung, "That's what you said before."
Marcellus didn't back down, "One last time."
"I can do it myself."
"Are you sure?" Marcellus raised an eyebrow, but there was no trace of his usual wildness and frivolity. He seemed
like a different person, "Without a mirror, how can you apply the medicine?" "Five minutes, it'll be quick." After
saying that, Marcellus quickly brought her close by the nape of her neck, his movements quick yet gentle as if
afraid of aggravating her pain. Seeing her furrowed brows as the alcohol touched her skin, his heart constricted.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Does it hurt?"
Beryl had been enduring well, but hearing this word, her nerves magnified the pain a hundredfold. The tears in her
eyes welled up, and she felt embarrassed, wanting to hide but his grip was firm.
Marcellus thought the ointment was too painful and became anxious, "What's wrong? Where do you feel
uncomfortable?"
The girl's mouth moved, but in the end, she just silently shook her head, tears flowing silently.
She wasn't a girl who liked to cry, even stronger than many spoiled boys, but tonight she cried many times, her
eyes red and swollen.
Marcellus wanted to wipe away those irritating tear streaks for her, but he didn't dare to do it, and could only fret,
"What's wrong?"
As soon as Beryl opened her mouth, she couldn't help but sob, her wet eyelashes resting on her eyelids. She closed
her eyes and whispered, "Don't bother with me anymore..."
Crying so pathetically, she even found herself embarrassed.
She didn't want Marcellus to see her ugly and helpless appearance.