---- Chapter 306 The maid bows to leave and I hear my heart drumming in my ears.

T see him approaching the table on two long confident strides and taking out a syringe from its packet.

He fills it with the medicine and approaches me.

Settling down on the edge of the mattress, he takes my right arm and presses his thumb on my skin.

On finding the nerve, he softly roots the syringe in and I bite my lip.

His eyes veer up to meet mine and I look away that very second.

I didn't feel any pain.

Not even a prick.He was perfect in this.

And then before I know he withdraws.

Placing cotton on it, he folds my arm to turn around and get up.

Strip off your pyjamas.

---- He speaks in that same emotionless cold voice while picking up some medines from the tray and I struggle to lower the hem of my pajamas.

My muscles are still stiff, the effects of the poison hasn't completely gone from my body.

He raises a brow to look at my struggle and he sighs.

Tlovering over me, he grips my pajamas hem from either side, our hands brush, those sparks light up and I withraw my hands.

He effortlessly pulls down the pajama and I bite my lip as the cold wind hits my naked legs.noveldrama

He approaches me with some medicinal tube in his hands and I bite back a shriek when he drops on my mattress and pulls up my leg to settle it on his lap.

Lub Dub Lub My heart beats frantically and my plans turn clammy.

Unlike dad, he hasn't scolded or said anything to me since yesterday and it wasn't like him.

He usually ---- curses and calls me stupid a hundred times till now.

But he hasn't.

And it was not settling well in my chest.

If l thought his male chauvinist and snobbish side was bad? This silent side of his was worse.

Tt could literally crack rocks without a single word.

And I feel the cracks inside me.

My wolf whined for his attention, for him to say something but he didn't.

And I somehow I know why.

He has given up on me.

Maybe because he doesn't want an assaulted and emotionally unstable mate anymore.

Maybe he has realised I was more of a baggage for him than support.

His huge hands held my calf and I clench my fists.

His eyes not once look up.

Squeezing out some medicine on his finger pad, he turns my leg softly to rub the medicine on the finger ---- eee = marks His eyes stay concentrated.

His brows furrowed.

And his touch, it was soft yet protective.

I gasp when I feel him holding my feet, try to pull back when his fingers wrap around my ankle, holding me in place.

Hold still.

His husky voice made me stop any struggle.My feet were dirty...I hadn't cleaned them yet but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Do you still see a man who doesn't respect you? My wolf questions and suddenly I had no answer to it.

Could I have been wrong all this while? His touch stayed gentle as he rubbed the cream on the cuts on my fect and on the bruises lined across my ankles.