Chapter 137

“Can you stop crying?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t I cry like that? Then how should I cry? Show me.”

“…” Is this woman doing it on purpose?

He deliberately increased the force, and Nydia felt even more pain.

Crying couldn’t relieve her pain, so she ran away directly.

“Done, it’s enough.”

But Jesse grabbed her back, “I’m the one who decides!”

“Jesse, you are a murderer!”

She kicked and struggled, trying to kick his chest, but he caught her with one hand and continued to rub her knee.

“Enough, I don’t want it anymore!”

“Whether it’s enough or not, I decide!” Jesse did not stop.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong. Nydia stopped moving and looked too obedient.

She lay on her side on the bed, her long hair covering her face, making it difficult to see her face.

Jesse frowned, brushed her hair with his clean hand, and was stunned when he saw her tears, feeling his heart being squeezed hard.

She covered her face with her hand, not looking at Jesse.

“It’s done.” He said hoarsely.

Then he got ready to leave, but Nydia suddenly got up from behind and hugged him, encircling his waist.

“Jesse, thank you!”

He couldn’t believe it.

He thought she was silently resisting when he saw her crying just now.

He didn’t speak, just turned his head slightly, but he couldn’t see Nydia. Nydia pressed her face against his back.

Her tears soaked his shirt.

“Rest early.” He broke away her hands.

Nydia looked at his figure tearfully. He didn’t look at her and left her room after returning to the wheelchair.

Only he knew that he fled a bit awkwardly. He was afraid that he would be trapped in her tenderness if he stayed any longer, he would be unable to extricate himself.

His palms were still hot, emitting a strong smell of medicinal oil, but he smelled the fragrance that belonged to her from it.

He couldn’t tell whether she was real or pretending. If she was pretending, he had to admit that her trick was too vicious.

Nydia lying on the bed endured the pain and heat from her knee. The pain had eased a bit.

She couldn’t tell whether the warmth on her knee was from the medicinal oil or from his palm, but she knew that the warmth on her ankle definitely came from his palm, like a brand, stamped on her body.

She wiped away her tears, her lips curved upward, and she smiled. “Jesse, thank you!”

Nydia slept well that night, but Jesse had insomnia.

The next day her knee felt much better, thanks to Jesse forcibly rubbing it with medicinal oil for a long time. Otherwise, it would have taken at least three or four days to achieve the same effect.

However, she still felt a bit unnatural when walking.

The discomfort in her leg made her feel like she needed to treat Jesse’s leg as soon as possible. If she felt this uncomfortable with a sore knee, Jesse, who couldn’t walk properly with both legs and even experienced pain, must feel much worse.

It seemed that she needed to find a time to visit Mr. Black.

After breakfast and before Jesse left, Nydia mentioned, “Last time I went to the Malone Villa, Cade said he wanted me to take two kids home with me, saying they missed the kids.”

“No way!” Jesse immediately refused.

Although Nydia knew he would react this way, seeing him so decisive still hurt her a bit.

“What I mean is, you can come with us. Besides, you can test Cade’s attitude,” she said.

Jesse saw the sadness flash in her eyes and furrowed his brow. However, Nydia misunderstood him and thought he didn’t agree with her proposal.

“If you don’t want to…”

“Okay.”

They both spoke at the same time.