Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 27

Which side of him was real?

Cynthia no longer knew.

Seeing her finally soften, Benedict loosened his grip on her hand. Bending down, he gently tapped her nose and murmured, "Even if you're still angry, you need to let me take care of your wound first. I won't let you punish me by hurting yourself."

He tried to lead her toward his office, but Cynthia recoiled at the thought.

The idea of being in his office made her sick.

His hand was still clamped firmly around her wrist. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. In a low voice, she said, "The infirmary."

Benedict paused, noting the look of disgust and stubbornness on her face. Something uneasy flickered through him. Left with no choice, he relented and led her to the medical room.

As soon as they reached the door, Cynthia yanked her hand free and walked inside without looking back.

Benedict followed silently and stood nearby, watching as the nurse cleaned her wound. The moment Cynthia winced at the sting of the antiseptic, Benedict shot the nurse a warning glare and snapped, "Gently."

"Yes, Mr. Shepard." The nurse replied with a quick, nervous smile, finishing up as quickly as possible. After a few instructions, she quietly slipped out, leaving the room to just the two of them.

Benedict frowned, gazing at Cynthia's freshly bandaged hand, worry clouding his eyes.

His phone rang—again, that gratingly sweet pop song. Cynthia's expression soured instantly as she glanced at him.

"Aren't you going to answer?"

He silenced the call, moving closer to her with a careless shrug. "It's nothing important. Doesn't need a reply."

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