Damien
Belle led me the way to the living room and grabbed the first aid box from the drawer. It must be heavy. Pitying her as I reached my hand out, she moved the box away. “Sit.” She muttered, motioning me to the couch.
I obeyed and crouched on the luxury. Looking down at my hand, she knelt and opened the box. In the saline solution, she let the gauze soak for a while and took my hand. “How did you actually injure your hand instead of your leg?”
At her question, I chuckled helplessly. “I think your dad tried to break the side view mirror using my hand.” Her dad shouldn't be blamed actually. He was just in rush and didn't notice a hopeless person such as me.
Facing me, Belle lifted her brows. “You hold a gut about that?” She would have clearly sued me if I had said yes.
Even though
