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I returned moments later with a first aid box.
“You don’t have to stress about it, I’m fine.” He said, leaning back against the chair calmly as though he wasn’t injured in the slightest with one arm resting lazily on the armrest.
Like he wasn’t completely soaked in blood and I don’t care if it was his or not.
I placed the box on the small coffee table beside him.
“Take off your shirt.” I told him and he raised his brow at me.
“Take my shirt…off?” He repeated, staring at me with a raise of the corner of his lips.
He still had the mood to joke.
“Are you taking it off or do you want me to?” I asked again, not embarrassed in the slightest.
Although he said he wasn’t injured, I don’t believe it, how could so much blood be just for someone else?
Malrick stared at me for a few seco
