Chapter 172

Lena's knees were covered in blood as she knelt, unable to overcome the anxiety in her heart.

She had been paying attention to the direction where the old man was until she saw the old man go upstairs again. Only then did she take out her phone and reply to the message.

How serious was it? Did you take the medicine?

The old man pushed open the door where Hunter was, his face very serious.

"Hunter, this time you stayed at home and rested well."

Hunter leaned back on the bed and made a sound of "hmm."

The old man knew that his son had always been reticent and felt somewhat helpless. "I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, otherwise Lena won't just be simply kneeling down there," he said.

Hunter slowly clenched his hand, which was placed on the bedsheet, as he heard Lena kneeling, but he didn't show any expression on his face.

The old man saw that he was indifferent and breathed a sigh of relief. "You seem to be in better spirits lately. It seems that she still has some effect on you. I thought she was trying to deceive me before. Just rest well at home."

"Um."

Hunter lowered his eyelashes, seeming a bit tired.

The old man also cleverly stood up and left Palm Bay directly.

It had started drizzling outside, and just as Lena was about to kneel here until dawn, the glass door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open by someone. Hunter, wearing a coat, stood not far from her.

Her eyes lit up in an instant, and she quickly got up to walk over.

But she got up too quickly, and halfway through standing, she harshly knelt down again, sharp stones piercing directly into her knee.

Hunter's pupils contracted, and he instinctively moved closer, but he heard her say, "Mr. Reid, it's cold outside, you can just stand there, I'll be right there."

She gritted her teeth and picked out the stone that had pierced into her flesh. In less than ten seconds, she came over to him, her face pale but her spirits high.

Hunter's hand on the side trembled slowly.

Lena saw his lips tremble twice, as if he had something to say.

She stood there earnestly, wondering what he would say.

But he just shouted, "Lena."

Lena was a bit confused and laughed, "I'm glad you're okay. You scared me. If something happened to you because of me, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. By the way, are you hungry? I'll make something for you to eat."

All of Hunter's words were blocked, he lowered his eyelashes and took a slow breath, "Hmm."

Lena helped him to the sofa, intending to quickly go to the kitchen to start busying herself, but her wrist was grabbed by him.

His eyes were very complex, as if covered by a thick fog. "Sit down, let's first take care of your wound."

She was quite tolerant of pain, waving her hand and saying, "I'm fine."

But as soon as the words fell, he had already forcefully pushed her down.

Lena sat on the sofa, and her pants were quickly rolled up to her thighs, revealing her knee with bloodstains.

Hunter asked someone to bring a first aid kit. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and wanted to disinfect her himself.

Lena suddenly thought of something and took a step back.

"I came by myself, and that's fine."

She quickly snatched the disinfectant spray from his hand, aimed it at the injured area and sprayed twice. Then, she bent down and rummaged through the first aid kit to find the hemostatic ointment. She haphazardly applied it twice and then put her pants back on.

Hunter's hand remained suspended in the air, with his fingertips curled, slowly sitting back on the sofa.

Lena just noticed that the small tooth mark left by Mr. H on her calf is still there, it hasn't gone away. If Hunter sees it, he will probably ask about her boyfriend again.

And when the boss saw these, it always felt a bit strange.

Hunter sat beside her without saying a word, and Lena suddenly didn't know what to say either.

She got up and was about to go cook when she heard him say, "You can go back."

Lena hesitated for a moment, how could she possibly go back when Hunter's current weakness was all because of her.

"I made something for you to eat."

He didn't know what he was thinking, absentmindedly stroking his own sleeve, "No need, thank you."

He had become the Hunter who rejected people from a thousand miles away.

Lena was a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask, so she reluctantly walked to the entrance and started changing her shoes, intending to go back.

She felt quite guilty towards Hunter. Although he held a high position, his upbringing was really good, and he wasn't even angry at her for causing him such trouble.

The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. In addition to the matter of the contract, she hesitated at the entrance for ten minutes before she finally mustered the courage to leave.

Hunter also sat on the sofa with his back to her, like a silent tug-of-war.

In the end, Lena was the first to give in and changed her slippers again, walking behind him.

"Mr. Reid, I heard from James that you will be resting at home for the next week. I would like to come over every day and cook for you, as a way to make amends."

"Don't you go see your boyfriend?"

He didn't expect that she was in a hurry to see her boyfriend, and instantly felt a little embarrassed.

"Go later."

After she finished saying this, she saw Hunter look up at her and said, "You didn't love him much either."

Lena was blushing and felt embarrassed, as if the truth had been revealed by someone's words.

She indeed didn't love Mr. H at the moment, only liked him. It might be because Mr. H appeared at the perfect timing, when she had lost all her memories, and he appeared as a well-behaved secret admirer, not fighting or competing, and indeed he struck a chord with her right away.

She didn't know what type she used to like, but now she does have a bit of liking for him.

As for love, she didn't dare to mention that word.

It was too heavy, I couldn't bear it.

The atmosphere became subtle in an instant.

Hunter suddenly got up and silently went upstairs without saying a word.

Lena was even more unsure whether she should go or stay. She took out her phone and opened the chat interface with Mr. H, but there was still no reply.

Did you get sick and pass out from the pain before?

She sent another message in the past.

"How are you now? Let me come and see you, give me an address."

There was still no response over there.