It was probably because he had been sitting there for a long time! The wound on his chest felt a little stuffy. After propping himself up, he didn't get up and sat back down.
"Mr. Leveson, are you alright?" Amelie worriedly moved closer to him.
"Help me up." The man said softly, his slender arm reaching out to her. Upon receiving the order, Amelie immediately reached out to grab his arm, and helped him up.
When Amelie saw him stand up, a layer of fine sweat covered his forehead. Chaim stood up straight and used his slender fingers to support his forehead.
"Mr. Leveson, you really don't have to work too hard. You should first take care of your body before working!" Amelie consoled her worriedly.
Chaim's clear eyes became calm, "I'm fine."
Amelie took a deep breath and followed behind
