In Warrenâs eyes, this was the most serious thing.
This man was not targeting Westonâ it was Weston who had acted so brazenly and was severely injured while protecting Stella â giving him a reason to make things difficult for Stella.
Weston would, of course, wouldnât grant him the chance.
Putting on a calm expression, he asked, âIs there anything else you want to say, Grandfather?â
Apart from the moment his face turned pale when the acid hit him, he behaved no differently than his usual, stoic self.
Warren sullenly surveyed him and only waved his hand.â Nothing. Stella was scared, right? You take her up to rest.â
Throughout the whole process, Weston did not show any abnormality.
He brought Stella upstairs. Under the light, Stella saw the manâs face. It was as handsome as ever, albeit with a little innate indifference.
The side of his face was so sharp that he looked like heâd reject someone even without looking at them.
She finally could not resist and asked, â...Are you really alright?â
https://novelebook.com/mr-ford-is-jealous-bd1969.html?dev=tl She knitted her brows tightly, looking very worried.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her. His gaze had softened a little, not as cold as before.
He rubbed her head and did not say anything.
As soon as they returned to their room, his hand slowly slumped down, and he croaked in a hoarse voice, âGo get the doctor.â
Those words started her, and her face turned grim immediately. âYou are hurt! Why didnât you say so just now?â
He smiled, but his face was a bit pale. âI will explain later. Get the doctor quick.â
Not delaying one bit, she grabbed his phone and frantically looked for the family doctorâs number.
When the doctor came, he avoided being seen by Warren.
In the bedroom on the third floorâUnable to understand why he was silent, Stella asked Weston, âWhy didnât you say something when you were hurt?â
Why did he hold it back?
He swept her into his arms, avoiding the part burned by the acid, and whispered in her ear. âItâs nothing serious. Luckily, the hall wasnât so hot, so wearing a jacket...â
âThatâs acia!â
She pushed him away, trying to check his back but was stopped by him.
He stared at her quietly. âStella, are you concerned about me?â
She pursed the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. âWhat do you think?â
Her eyes began to well up with tears.
Weston was moved. Raising his hand, he rubbed the corners of her eyes. âI wonât feel any pain if you cry for me.â
âTears are salty!â
Stellaâs eyes were a bit red, and she sounded a bit nasal. She pushed his hands away and said, âIf my tears drop on your wound, it will hurt like hell!â
He chuckled and took her into his arms. âIt really doesnât hurt...â
Of course, she didnât believe a word he said.
She waited patiently beside him. Only when the doctor arrived did she stand up and step aside.
He sat on the sofa and tossed the jacket aside casually. The skin on his right side had already burned through. There was a burn mark on his white silk shirt.
She gasped at the sight before her.
No wonder she didnât see it. As long as he blocked that area with his arm, it was basically invisible.
Just looking at it felt painful.
The doctor also frowned when he saw this. âHow long has this been left untreated?â
With a shrug, Weston instructed the doctor instead. âItâs no big deal. Oh, remember to avoid them on your way out. Donât let anyone see you, and donât let anyone know Iâm injured.â
Stellaâs eyes flickered.
Then she felt a bit bitter.
Had he remained mum on how badly injured he was because he didnât want Guinevere to be responsible?