Chapter 95

YSABELLE

I worriedly looked at his bleeding foot. He didn't look hurt, but the blood had already streamed down the concrete stairs. I was about to carry him but he ran upstairs.

"Don't run away!" I hurriedly held his arm hastily when I caught him and carried him in my arms. "Can't you see your bleeding? Let's treat that before your Dada sees it. You don't know how he gets angry."

I carried him downstairs to the kitchen and looked for the first aid kit, which I hope Connor has. I placed him on the table to get done with his wound.

Jacob didn't even wince in pain when I cleaned the blood on his foot. A smile crept on lips, seeing him only enduring it by pouting his lips.

I don't know if he's only acting maturely or acting bravely in front of me.

As I was treating the cut, which I'm glad that it wasn't severe, I looked around, wondering where Connor was. But my eyes caught Jacob staring at me intently. He then avoided me when he noticed my smile.

I really don't know if he likes me or n