Chapter 118: Chapter 118 - Compensation

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Donald carried me all the way back to the ward.

When he picked me up, it was as if all the pain in my body had disappeared. After he put me down, the pain seemed to have returned.

I sat obediently on the bed and let Donald get a doctor to treat my wound.

It was as if just by looking at him, my pain could be reduced. It was said that a Mate’s relationship could heal everything. I felt that this was true. As long as Donald was by my side, I could face the entire world fearlessly.

My body was covered in superficial wounds. They were not serious.

After the doctor left, Donald sat down on the edge of the bed with me and looked closely at the wound on my head.

“How are you feeling now?” Donald asked.

“Uh, I don’t think there’s anything else.”

Donald lifted my chin with his hand. I was reflected in his eyes.

Donald said, “The wound on your back was almost healed, but now it’s torn.”

His stroking fingers seemed to have some kind of magic. I couldn’t help but rub my chin against his fingers and say, “So do you want me to stay here until it’s healed?”

Donald sighed. “I only let you out for a day and you’re already causing this kind of trouble. Why are you training with Angel?”

“It wasn’t me. Elizabeth called her over.”

“Looks like your family is good at causing trouble.”

Donald withdrew his hand. I couldn’t argue with Donald.

I had thought that only Elizabeth was a troublemaker, but with what had happened, I was in a lot more trouble than Elizabeth.

“Did you mean what you said today?” I asked.

“What?” said Donald.

“You said you would tear her head off if she does something like that again. Is that true?”

“That’s what I thought at that moment,” Donald said.

“That would be cruel,” I said, frowning.

“I won’t let anyone who hurts you get away,” Donald said. “Besides, she’s already trying to kill you. Do you have to be kind to someone who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said, tilting my head in thought. “We can’t treat people exactly the way they treat us. Besides, she’s your ex, isn’t she?”

Donald looked at me for a moment, then suddenly laughed. He scratched my nose and said, “What are you trying to find out from me, Coyote?”

“I’m not,” I denied. “But what happened today made me realize the difference between me and a real warrior. With my strength, if I go to battle, I’ll die for nothing.”

Donald’s smile faded. He looked at me quietly and said, “It’s for this reason that I was unwilling to let you get involved in any battles. You just have to stay here and be protected by me.”

“But you realize that this doesn’t solve the fundamental problem, right? Angel is right about one thing. If I don’t become stronger myself, I don’t have the right to stand by your side.”

“Margaret!”

I put a finger to Donald’s lips and said, “I know you think I don’t need anything to prove myself, but everyone else thinks I do. I don’t want everyone to look down on me.”

Donald opened his mouth and sucked on the finger I had placed beside his mouth. He placed it between his teeth and bit it gently. He said vaguely, “Alright, tell me what you want to do. I’ll support you.”

“Really?” I looked at Donald sideways.

“Anything if you don’t get yourself into more trouble.”

Donald released my fingers and cupped my face in his hands. He spoke seriously.

“Then I want—”

I ran the finger he’d taken teasingly over the back of his hand and let my body get close to his, burying my face in his neck.

I felt Donald’s breathing intensify.

These days, I had been staying in the hospital. Donald rarely really inserted himself into me as I was convalescing. Most of the time, he did some borderline sex on the periphery. I knew that he must want me.

“Baby, what do you want to do?” Donald’s low and charming voice sounded.

“I think I did something wrong. Can you give me a chance to make it up to you, Donald?”

I reached into his pants.

Donald’s panting suddenly became sexy. He was still wearing a neat suit. I guessed that he had just pulled out of some meeting.

My body and hand slid down together. Feeling Donald’s gaze, my body quickly felt a familiar rush.

“Make it quick,” Donald ordered from above.

My fingertips trembled as I unbuckled Donald’s belt. I couldn’t wait to free Donald’s thing from his underwear. I rubbed it twice with my hand. His proud and upright front end was already hard.

Donald touched my head and said hoarsely, “Shouldn’t you apologize for what you did? Eat it.”

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