Chapter 457: 457. Hide what _1 Chapter 457: 457. Hide what _1 Adam Jones’s complexion was off when he left; could he have actually been injured at the mall?
She hurriedly opened the door of the bedroom and walked out, only to find the door of the guest room opposite was half-open, with darkness inside.
Down in the living room, a dim night light was on; under the light, Adam Jones sat alone on the sofa with the sleeve of his right arm rolled up high, revealing his muscular arm, and…
…and the startling wound on his arm.
The wound, gashed by a knife, resulted in flesh turned inside out, with blood sared all over the arm. Because he wore a black shirt and it was late at night, she hadn’t noticed that his shirt was soaked with blood.
At this mont, Adam was wiping the blood around the wound with an alcohol cotton pad, careful not to make much noise as if he didn’t want Elly Campbell to know.
The dim light cast his solitary shadow in the living room, revealing Adam’s tall figure, which seed exceptionally lonely at the mont.
Elly Campbell stood at the top of the stairs, watching him clumsily bandage himself. But the wound was too large, the blood simply wouldn’t stop.
She couldn’t imagine how he managed to endure the pain all the way from the mall to their ho, and then suppressed it for over an hour until William Campbell fell asleep before coming downstairs to tend to his wound.
When he had left her room, she had taken a bath, and he had obviously only started treating his wound monts ago; could he have waited until he thought she was asleep before sneaking downstairs to deal with it?
Considering the possibility, Elly’s heart tightened uncomfortably, especially seeing how isolated he was, sitting on the sofa treating his wound, which he seed unable to manage properly, making her heart start to ache uncontrollably.
Adam Jones was afraid of worrying Elly Campbell and hadn’t shown any sign of injury in front of her, naturally not daring to go to the hospital in the middle of the night.
He had intended to simply dress the wound with gauze and dicinal powder, especially since there was a dical kit on the cabinet in the vestibule which he had taken.
Because the wound was too big, as soon as he wrapped it with gauze, the blood soaked through it.
After several attempts, he couldn’t help but curse softly under his breath. The next second, the already dim light was suddenly blocked by a shadow.
Adam’s movents abruptly halted, and then, he looked up sharply. eting Elly Campbell’s cool gaze, he instinctively hid his injured arm behind his back.
“What are you hiding?”
Elly’s voice was cool as she squatted in front of him and pulled his arm towards her. The deep, bone-exposing gash made Elly’s brows knit slightly, a familiar dull ache sweeping through her heart.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears; she glared at Adam Jones fiercely and said sarcastically, “What are you pretending to be strong for, wanting to lose your hand, is that it?”
Adam Jones rarely saw Elly Campbell scold him so fiercely. He was startled at first but then a hint of happiness colored his gaze. Far from getting angry at her sharp rebuke, he was actually pleased.
His wife was showing concern for him.
Elly saw him getting scolded without getting mad but instead smiling like an idiot, and she couldn’t help glaring at him again.
Fortunately, the dical kit at her house was well-stocked. She took out dical needles and thread from the bottom layer and rcilessly applied iodine to his wound.
The agony of the wound eting iodine made Adam Jones involuntarily grunt.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
Elly looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern, which secretly delighted Adam Jones.
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