Chelsea suddenly wanted to laugh because Russell sounded like a petulant child.
Of course, she did not dare to say it. If she said it, Russell would probably throw a fit directly.
She whispered, "Mr. Murillo, I was wrong. Don't be angry with me. I was counting on you to support me. How can I let you die? I am so worried when you have abrasions. Can I pull you over? After you sit on the safety seat, you can also scold me."
Her apology was not sincere at all. Russell knew this, but his heart was still softened.
"Mr. Murillo, pass me the bed sheet. I will pull you over."
"Can you do it?" Russell looked at her slender arms and legs.
"Don't look down on me. I am very strong!"
Russell glanced at her slender and fair legs and thought that her legs were indeed strong.
He untied the bed she
