Chapter 18 You Don't Have to Work

Eliza couldn't resist his kiss at all.

She felt like drowning with every administration of his lips, until-

"Ouch!"

When Beau grabbed her shoulder, Eliza couldn't help but gasp in pain.

The romantic atmosphere disappeared instantly. Beau stood up and looked at her with a frown. "What's wrong?"

Even though he was led astray by his emotions just now, Beau was still careful enough to avoid her injured wrist.

Why did she give off such a strong reaction just from touching her shoulders?

"I'm fine."

Eliza was in so much pain that she couldn't get up from the bed.

Beau's hand was placed directly on the wound on her shoulder just now.

Noticing that something was amiss, Beau reached out and tore off her clothes.

The white gauze on Eliza's shoulder was stained with blood.

Beau widened his eyes in shock.

"Did Michael Lewis do this to you?"

"No, it wasn't him."

"I accidentally injured myself while at work."