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Alisha sighed as she heard his words, sounding like he wouldn't let her go and stick to his point until she allowed him to check her wounds and bandage her.

She scooted a bit closer to him and stretched her neck forward so he could see her forehead and the side of her face that got injured when he smashed her into the wall that day.

To be true, it didn't hurt as much as it did when she woke up from the coma now.

“That's like my girl,” Alice praised as he started removing the bandage from her forehead.

‘Not your girl though,’ she remarked in her head.

After unwrapping the bandage, he looked at her head; the wounds were better than before.

And why wouldn't they be? When she was in a coma, he made sure to apply ointments to her face and head.

“I think this doesn't need a bandage; I will just apply antiseptic. It's nearly healed already,” Alice spoke as he creased the wound, feeling pain inside his heart because he caused the pain to her.

He did feel good when he hurt her in anger and sho