At the mention of Derek, Jayden's frustration only grew.
"You feeling sorry for him?"
Vivian couldn't follow his logic. Before she could get a word out, Jayden bit back his temper and pressed on, his voice low. "Sorry for him? Or for me?"
He glared at her with a sour look, but then turned his face away under her steady gaze.
With a reluctant, bitter little huff, he mumbled, "Forget it. Don't tell me."
Vivian's heart gave an unmistakable skip. She took his hand and led him to the living room.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She pulled out the first aid kit from the corner without looking at him. "To dress your wounds."
The knot between Jayden's brows finally loosened. He put on a show of reluctance, but he obediently lifted his shirt.
Vivian dabbed iodine onto a cotton swab and cle
