Annabel’s POV
When I got to the lounge, Daniel was still pacing around. I could still feel how angry he was, like he had been waiting all his life to unleash whatever grudge he had on James.
He stood still immediately when he saw me, he made an attempt to approach me but stopped halfway, then sat on the bed and pressed his face into his hands.
I went to the cabinet and searched for anything to cover up his wound, then I saw a first aid box.
Carrying it, I moved closer to where he sat and offered to help.
Lifting his hands, “Here… let me help you.”
But he pulled away without a word.
I squared my shoulders. “Daniel, you are hurt. Let me help you, please.”
After a brief pause, he gave in, stretching out his hands. While applying ointment to the bruises, I moved to his face and massage
