Chapter 804

In the room, the warm yellow light spilled all over silently.

Against her midnight blue dress, it was like a bright starry sky.

She then noticed that on her left arm, there was indeed a bloodstain.

The wound was not too deep, and not too shallow. The blood had dried

and coagulated. It must have been cut by those punks during the fight

just now.

She remembered one of the punks wore a sharp claw-like thing on his

finger, so it must be him.

At that time, she focused solely on the fight, and did not feel any pain at

all.

"Just a minor injury.” She didn't think anything of it.

But, suddenly, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, I broke my dress!"

She caught a glimpse of her sleeve, which had been torn open with a

slit in the expensive fabric! She hurriedly checked the rest of the dress

again, and surprisingly, it was cut in more than one place and was thus

definitely beyond repair. She hadn't noticed it at all before.

This dress had cost her a fortune and she only wore it once!

It was simply heartbreaking and what a pricey dinner she just had

tonight!

Luther was amused to see that she did not care about her wounds at

all, but instead cared about her clothes and did not resist him. It made

him feel good.

"Which is more important to you? Your clothes or your life?" He asked

her with a raised eyebrow. She sat in his arms, only thinking about her

clothes, and did not resist.

Holding her at the moment made him feel like he had traveled back in

time to the days before he had lost his memory and hurt her.

The way she looked at the moment, the tone of her voice, the things

she cared about all pointed to the same possibility.

He was more and more sure that she was Joyce, and there was no

mistake.

"Of course the clothes are important!" Joyce answered without thinking,

“It's expensive, okay?"

Only when she started her own business did she realize how hard it

was to make money, not to mention the fact that she had to raise

Anderson.

Luther smiled, "Here, let me help you with your wound. It's just a dress,

and I can send you plenty if you need them."

"No need." Joyce finally realized she was still sitting in his arms and

hurriedly stood up from him.

“I'll just take care of the wound myself." She stepped aside and picked

up a cotton swab and was about to clean her wound herself.

However, it was not at all as convenient as she thought it would be.

Luther snatched the swab from her hand, "Just let me do it."

His tone was domineering and so were his actions. He held her arm

firmly in place as he carefully wiped her wound with a cotton swab,

"Don't move. The wound isn't shallow and will leave a scar if not treated

properly.”

He then applied anti-inflammatory powder to her.

"Take this antiphlogistine and use it after you have taken a bath. It

helps minimize the scar.”

After treating the wound, Joyce drew back her arm, "Mr. Warner really

has everything. You even keep wound medicine and these things

around.”

“There's no harm in being prepared.” Luther smiled faintly.

"The wound on your head has been taken care of. Put ice on it yourself

so it won't swell up. If you have got nothing for me to do, I'll leave first."

Joyce was just about to turn around and leave.

He reclined on the couch and reached out to tug her.

“I helped you and got hurt, and that's all I get in return?" His tone was

innocent and sounded aggrieved.

"So what else do you want? To give you money?" She knew very well

that the last thing he needed was money, and much less money from

her. She said this only to show her displeasure.

"Huh. At least, pour me a glass of water, peel an apple or something.

That's not too much to ask, I hope?"

He looked at her with a smile, his eyes bright and innocent.

Joyce took a breath. After all, he had helped her. It was indeed not too

much to ask.