Lucas Knight originally didn't believe it, but it seemed he could already smell a hint of blood in the air.
When he turned around, with sharp eyes he noticed a red mark on her wrist.
"You dared to slit your wrist."
"Who gave you the courage!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he lifted her right hand, the fair wrist already gushing blood.
"Leave me alone, I'm giving you back." Softly, she leaned against his shoulder, "I told you, I'm not getting in that car, I won't get in." Why was he forcing her?
Lucas Knight's eyes were bloodshot, snatching her bag and casually throwing it towards the distant trash can, he tore a piece of fabric from his clothes and wrapped her hand.
Fortunately, he discovered it in time, it was just a small cut, a bandage would do, but his heart ached profoundly.
No, pretending amnesia was just a way to torment her. Who would've thought she would care for him daily, hold him, do his laundry.
"Sob, let go quickly..."
