Chapter 122

At that moment, the look of concern in his eyes almost made me believe that he truly cared about me. However, that illusion only lasted for a second. I quickly pushed the thought away. I was just being foolish again. Jonathan didn't even care whether I lived or died. How could he possibly care about a wound on my wrist? I bit down hard on my lip and said nothing. "Where does it hurt? Tell me," he suddenly demanded. Before I could answer, the faint scent of blood filled the air. He suddenly froze, staring at my wrist, which was still wrapped in gauze. Regret hit me. I hadn't expected him to return tonight, so I hadn't bothered disguising it with a scarf. I didn't think he would see it. "Did you ask Hugh for the first-aid kit because you were injured?" I nodded, trying to brush it off. "I accidentally burned myself, so I just wrapped it up with some gauze." Jonathan stared at me in silence. There was doubt in his gaze—he clearly didn't believe me. A moment later, he suddenly l