Esma's body flinched backward; her eyes widened in shock at the blood clots on Erhan's white shirt. Her husband looked at her in confusion due to her abrupt action of jerking away from him.
"Blood? Why are you bleeding? Did someone hurt you?"
Erhan's gaze tumbled on his collar, finding a few stains of red clot fluid on it; he hissed at himself with his closed lips. He had cleaned it before leaving but he missed this one on his shirt.
"I am a doctor; it's not something new for me to handle a wounded patient and it must be his blood."
"But, you used to clean it." His wife frowned, complaining about her husband's carelessness.
Erhan grinned, responding to her sulky expression; and as always, the blush of anger on his wife's visage faded away. He succeeded in concealing his guilt in fron
