Chapter 413


    Chapter 413


    “Not serious? It’s turned blue!” Weston growled even as he stared at therge patch of bruise over


    Ste’s back. The blood in the middle had clotted into ckness with only small tinges of red visible in


    between.


    However, the red somehow made her injury appear even more gruesome.


    “Doing this to yourself… Are you an idiot?”


    Unable to look anymore, Weston lowered her blouse.


    Nheless, Ste appeared upset at his usation. “It’s my job-and like I said, it’s not serious.”


    Weston grabbed her by the arm and spun her around right then. However, he did not know that she


    was injured over the arm as well, and he promptly let go when he heard her gasp in pain, even as he


    withheld all the harsh words he was about to throw at her while watching her reaction.


    “Did that hurt?”


    Ste nodded.


    Weston had to restrain his ring rage right then, and gently moved Ste so that she was seated in a


    comfortable position. Then, he helped her take off her jacket and carefully rolled up her sleeves.


    It turned out that her arm was the part where she was hurt the most-because she was falling headlong


    to the ground while being suspended with high-tension wires, she had shielded her head by instinct in


    the urgency of the moment.


    It was the same if she had expected any other vital anatomy was going to be hurt, so her arms were


    now a gruesome sight of purple-blue bruising. Most of her outer skin had peeled off as well, baring the


    dermisyer beneath while caking her blouse with sticky blotches of blood.


    To make things worse, Ste gasped audibly when Weston took her clothes off.


    Restraining his headache, he coolly reprimanded her, “You deserved that.”


    However, although he was definitely cold and angry, Ste did not find it that way. She was quietly


    staring at Weston’s somber visage, feeling for an instant that Weston genuinely cared for her.


    Be that as it may, she banished the thought from her mind in the next instant-if he really did care about


    her, he would not have hurt her repeatedly, or hidden her as if she must never be allowed to see the


    light.


    That was especially the case when Guinevere was around, who would me Ste for everything she


    could possiblye up with, while Ste was left with noeback. He was almost insistent in


    denying her dignity and keeping her vulnerable to everyone’s contempt, and yet he would also try to


    heal her wounds, tenderly attending to the hurt she suffered.


    Even if he was the cause, he would protect her without regard to the consequences.


    It was an irony that left Ste feeling even worse.


    Perhaps because it had been a long time since anyone had protected her, anyone who showered her


    with the slightest warmth and affection would stir her emotionally.


    However, she would tell herself that Weston’s tenderness was no love, but simply possessiveness.


    On the other hand, Weston watched as Ste kept quiet and moved off to a corner, he thought that she


    was upset, and noticed then that his tone had indeed been a little too overbearing. His expression


    turned mild right then. “If I remember correctly, I’ve told the film crew not to let you shoot sequences on


    high-tension wires.”| Realizing that Weston might be pursuing the matter, Ste quickly said, “I


    volunteered-I’d rather not slow the film’s shooting progress.” “But I remember that your parts are


    finished, “Weston countered, not about to give in on the issue. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.