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Chapter 148 Stabbing Me Once And Wanting To Run Away?
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The fruit knife was taken by Beatrice from the fruit tray on the coffee table in the living room.
She had a premonition that Caden would come.
He did come, but her knife was blocked by him.
He effortlessly wedged the blade, regardless of how hard Beatrice pushed, it was of no use.
Beatrice's eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred at the bottom, but her face was ashen, except for biting her lips hard.
The lips bore deep tooth marks, revealing a touch of crimson.
Caden stared at her, his eyes filled with deep mystery.
Just as Beatrice was about to release her strength, her hand loosened and the fruit knife fiercely slashed across her palm, blood gushing out.
Beatrice suddenly froze.
Caden, however, simply said, "How?"
"Madman! Mad!"
Beatrice threw away the fruit knife and turned around to leave.
The person behind her grabbed her by the back of her neck with one hand, turned her around, forcefully pulled her towards him, and planted a domineering kiss on her.
Beatrice stared wide-eyed and pounded him hard, but he remained unmoved, even kissing he more intensely.
Rainwater hung on the tips of his hair, sliding down his cheeks. His eyes were misty, as if veiled by water vapor, and also obscured
by a deep fog, concealing the chaos she couldn't comprehend.
Until the rain grew heavier and colder, pelting down on the two of them, Beatrice shrank back as the man in front of her, with his lips close, half choked her neck, both urgent and restrained. "If one is not crazy,, how could..."
Pitter-patter, the rain heavily pounded on the umbrella, but Beatrice didn't hear anything. She just raised her gaze and glanced at the umbrella suddenly extending above her head. Keith held a large umbrella for the two of them and said with concern, "Mr. Caden, the autumn rain is chilly, and your previous illness hasn't been long gone. Ms. Lindsey also has a weak constitution."
Caden frowned as he looked at the drenched Beatrice and said, "Get in the car."noveldrama
"Let go! I won't go! Uncle Caden! Don't forget, everything has nothing to do with you!" Beatrice emphasized the words "Uncle Caden".
"I shouldn't have expected any kind words to come out
"Ah!"
of your
mouth."
Beatrice was lifted directly onto Caden's shoulders and they walked towards the car.
As he was leaving, Caden cast a gloomy glance at Keith.
Keith couldn't help but tighten his grip on the umbrella handle out of fear.
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What did he do wrong?
Didn't they fear catching a cold?
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After getting in the car, Keith immediately took out the medicine box.
"Mr. Caden, your hand..."
"It's fine, she's weak." Caden casually grabbed a towel from the side cabinet and wiped the blood off his palm.
Keith looked at the rapidly turning red towel in shock, and wondered if this was considered normal.
As he was about to speak up to remind, he met Caden's meaningful gaze, instantly understanding what Caden meant.
He nodded his head and said, "Yes."
Handing over the medicine box, Keith immediately turned around and considerately turned on the heater before closing the partition.
After cleaning the wound, Caden quickly wrapped it with gauze, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
With a turn of his gaze, he looked at Beatrice huddled in the corner.
She buried her face in her knees, revealing her slender white neck, with a mist of water vapor clinging to her skin, like a peeled lychee, glistening like jade.
But when he saw her trembling hand, his gaze deepened a bit.
Caden reached out to grab her wrist, but she stiffened her arm and resisted him. Beatrice clutched her clothes, hiding the wound, and endured the pain as she said, "Drop me off at the subway station ahead, I can make my own way back." She considered herself to have spoken with great dignity.
But in Caden's eyes,
His hand turned pale
snarling kitten.
stubbornly persisted.
she was
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"You stabbed me and wanted to run? How much loss-making business have I done for you? Hands!"
Caden didn't bother with small talk and grabbed her wrist, prying open her palm. The crescent-shaped wound was originally not deep, but it was deepened by the small fragments embedded in it after being rubbed by Beatrice. Looking at it, it was somewhat bloody and flesh-like.
Beatrice wanted to struggle, but Caden forcefully pulled her past, his strong arm wrapping around her from behind, imprisoning her in his embrace.
"Don't move. Don't want hands?"
The suppressed voice accompanied by a scorching breath sprayed against her ear, leaving no
room for her to resist.
As soon as she was caught, Beatrice stopped struggling.
As she left the Baldwin's mansion, the pain in her hand wound was throbbing, to the point that 97.4%
she didn't even register what Monica said to her.
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Caden took out a bottle of saline solution from the medicine box and whispered, "Hold on."
Beatrice hadn't even recovered her senses when Caden began to wash the wound. The pain made her scalp numb and her fingers trembled.
It felt as if something was wriggling inside the flesh.
She couldn't bear it anymore and tried to pull her hand away, but Caden held it even tighter.
The next second, a strange sensation was felt around the wound.
She looked down and saw Caden washing her wound while gently stroking the skin around it, in order to alleviate her pain.
Beatrice paused for a moment.
After a moment, the bloodstains on the wound and the surface debris were cleaned up, but there was a small fragment that had pierced a little deep.
She was about to say that she had come, but Caden, without even looking up, opened another bottle of saline solution and rinsed his hands again. Including his own injured hand.
Blood seeped through the gauze in the palm of his hand, but he simply wiped it off casually and then took out a pair of sterilized tweezers from the medicine box. Beatrice was taken aback. How could he not have any feelings at all?
"Close your eyes," Caden said expressionlessly.
"Why?" Beatrice snapped back.
"Not afraid of pain anymore?"
"I am not a child, I am not afraid... Ouch... it hurts."
Beatrice's face turned pale with pain, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand Caden raised his gaze and playfully asked, "Not afraid of pain?"
Beatrice bit her lip and dared not speak another word.
Seeing Caden raise his hand holding the tweezers, she still furrowed her brow. Suddenly, a big hand pressed her face against his shoulder.
Her mind went blank for a few seconds as his breath filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at the man's profile.
The warm light from the car roof fell down, outlining his deep brows and eyes. Even though surrounded by such a warm halo, Beatrice still couldn't see through his unfathomable eyes.
What did he want to do in the end?
He used her.
He was the one who distanced himself from her in public.
He was also the one who didn't let her leave.
As she thought about all that had happened, pain and suffocation surged over her like a tide, and
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yet she could not resist.
Thinking quickly, Beatrice took the opportunity to pull her hand back, causing the loosely tied bandage to instantly come undone.
"It wasn't tied properly," Caden said, which was a rare display of patience from him.
"I'll handle it myself, there's no need to trouble Uncle Caden with such a small matter. It has nothing to do with him."
Beatrice tied a knot haphazardly and then tried to move away.
But as soon as the words fell, the temperature inside the carriage suddenly dropped, and the wet clothes wrapped around her became heavy and icy, sending a chill down her spine. Before she could get up, a pair of hands grabbed her waist from behind and turned her around, half pressing her against the car door.
Beatrice's gaze met the man's as soon as she looked up.
His dark pupils were as calm and mysterious as the night, and the light that shone through them sent shivers down one's spine. He stared at her so intently, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her heart.
"Did I say something wrong? What does it matter to him who he wants to like and me? But you..."