Chapter 70 Do You Want to See It?


    When she got home from the hospital, ra took a shower and finally felt that the smell of disinfectant


    in the hospital was washed away.


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    Lying in bed, she immediately felt terribly sleepy.


    She didn''t like the hospital, so she couldn''t sleep well in the hospital these nights. Now she''s finally


    back.


    She rolled over casually. Without even noticing, she was already lying on the right half of the bed that


    belonged to Horace.


    Sinking her head into the soft pillow, ra suddenly smelled Horace''s fragrance.


    It was his usual shampoo, mixed with the smell of a cigar. ra felt relieved for no reason.


    She was suddenly a little greedy and didn''t want to go back to her ce. She leaned on Horace''s pillow


    and fell asleep.


    In the evening, Horace went back to the room and saw ra, curling up like a kitten on the bed.


    He was stunned at first. But he gently smiled immediately.


    After closing the door, he silently got up from his wheelchair and walked to the bed.


    ra was sound asleep, not even noticing his approach.


    Horace originally wanted to help her cover the quilt. But when he pulled up the quilt, he fixed his eyes


    on the wound on her arm. She couldn''t help frowning.


    When ra took a bath just now, although she avoided the wound on her hand, there''s still water


    sshed on it. Now the bandage was still a little wet. Because she has been sleeping, she also forgot


    to change the bandage.


    Horace frowned with dissatisfaction.


    As an adult, she couldn''t or wouldn''t even take good care of herself?


    Horace originally wanted to wake up ra and ask her to change her bandage herself. But seeing she


    was sleeping so soundly, even drooling on his pillow, he suddenly couldn''t let her do this alone.


    With a sigh, he just picked up the medicine that ra brought back from the hospital on the table next


    to him. He then put it on the bed, and carefully unwrapped ra''s bandages.


    ra was in her sleep and vaguely felt that someone was moving the bandage on her arm. She didn''t


    care about it at first, but there was a sudden pain in the wound. She woke up then, "Ouch!"


    When she opened her eyes, she saw Horace sitting beside her bed with a cotton swab in her hand.


    And the bandage on her arm has been taken off, revealing the wound.


    "Horace?" She was taken aback, "You are back?"


    "Yeah." Horace didn''t look at ra, but simply put a cotton swab over her wound.


    At that moment, ra winced in pain and huddled up involuntarily, "Ouch... Please… slow down."


    Horace raised her eyebrows, "It wasn''t because of me. It all because you don''t remember to change


    the bandage and apply the medicine on time. The wound is now a little festering, I have to clean up the


    dirty things before applying the medicine."


    ra then remembered that when she left the hospital, the doctor did instruct her to apply the medicine


    twice a day. But she was so sleepy and fell asleep. She didn''t apply it during the day.


    "I forgot..." she whispered.


    Horace gave her a dissatisfied look. As if punishing her, he increased the strength of his hand, "Would


    it be safer for you to be hospitalized since you can even forget such important requirement?"


    The pain from the wound struck her. ra''s face turned pale. She could only beg for mercy, "I was


    wrong. I''m really too tired today. You can tell Marthater and let Martha remind me."


    Noticing that there''s cold sweating out from ra''s aching forehead, Horace immediately ease the


    strength of her hands and frowned, "Is it really that painful?"


    "Tell me about it. It''s not you who got stabbed." ra muttered.


    She just said this casually. But she didn''t expect that Horace''s expression suddenly changed. He


    whispered, "I got stabbed before."


    ra was stunned and looked at Horace, "Was it... the kidnapping ten years ago?"


    What a pampered young master Horace is. Except for the kidnapping ten years ago, ra couldn''t


    think of any possibility he could have been injured so badly.


    "Yes." Horace lowered her head to apply medicine to ra, so she couldn''t see the expression on his


    face. "Three stabs, on the thighs. If it wasn''t for timely treatment, I would have been permanently


    disabled."


    ra''s arms trembled. Only then did she realize how irresponsible she was when she said that


    casually. She couldn''t help but looked down and whispered, "I''m sorry..."


    "Sorry for what?"


    "Mentioning your sadness." ra suddenly felt thatpared to what Horace had experienced, she


    was such a pampered girl since she would scream for her little wound.


    "It''s okay," Horace whispered.


    ra still couldn''t help but ask, "Is the wound still there? Will there be any seque now?"


    Although she had nced at Horace''s body when he''s bathing, he had a towel around his waist back


    then. She didn''t see the lower half of his body, so she didn''t know if these wounds exist.


    "My physiotherapy worked out quite well, so there aren''t any major seque. It''s just that the wound


    will hurt when it rains." Horace said lightly. He then looked up at ra and raising her eyebrows as if he


    suddenly thought of something, "What? Do you want to take a look?"


    "Take a look at the wound?" ra was stunned for a moment. The wound was in such a sensitive


    ce. How could she see that? She hurriedly said, "No, no… Argh!"


    She was in half way of saying her word, when she suddenly felt a sharp paine from the wound.


    And she suddenly screamed out before she could finish her sentence.


    "The wound is finally cleaned up." Compared to ra''s pale face with pain, Horace''s expression was


    still m. He then threw the cotton swab into the napkin.


    ra froze for a moment. She then understood when she saw arge piece of blood scab with pus on


    the cotton swab.


    Looking at the wound, his childhood… All the word Horace told her just now was just to distract her,


    because he needed to clean up a big blood stain on her.


    "Apply some more medicine and it''ll be fine." Seeing ra''s pale face, Horace''s tone couldn''t help


    bing gentler. He then took a new cotton swab and wiped it for her, "Please, this may hurt."


    "Well, I know… But… Ah... Take it slowly... Um... Not here… Be Gentle..."


    In the room, ra was enduring the pain of Horace applying the medicine to her. None of them was


    aware that Martha outside the door was blushing when she heard it.


    Martha wasing up to ask ra and Horace to go downstairs and have dinner. But she didn''t


    expect that she would hear ra groaning when she got to the door. And the words ra was


    shouting…


    Poor Martha, you can''t me her for misunderstanding what the two were doing.


    But she was even happier. She didn''t care about asking ra to have dinner. She just went downstairs


    excitedly.


    "Old woman, what about the young master and youngdy?" When Donald downstairs saw Martha


    "Forget the dinner." Martha came over, blushing, "They''re busy in the room. Don''t disturb them."