Rachel yelled at me, her face twisted with anger.
Seeing her like that brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to. It was just so hot, and I couldn't hold it, so it fell. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
I feigned concern as I walked over to help her up.
She shot me a cold glare and pushed my hand away.
"Go away, I don't need your help."
If she didn't want help, that was fine by me. Let's see how she manages on her own.
Rachel struggled on the ground for a while, grimacing in pain, yet still unable to get up.
"Edward, just help me up. It hurts too much."
In the end, she had to call for my help after all.
I helped her to the sofa and then grabbed some burn ointment from the first aid kit to apply to her wound.
With that burn,
