Hearing him say it hurts, Serena Sutton felt even more guilty.
It was all because of her that Caleb Lockwood got hurt. He's a surgeon, and his hands are crucial; even a minor injury affects his work.
And it hurts!
Whenever she cut her hand while peeling an apple, she'd cry out in pain, yet Caleb Lockwood had lost so much blood and hadn't made a sound—he was holding back.
"I'm sorry, I..." Before she finished her sentence, the man suddenly turned sideways, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
The warmth of his breath brushed her cheek, and before Serena Sutton could react, she heard Caleb Lockwood's deep, gentle voice say, "It doesn't hurt now."
Serena Sutton's face reddened, too hot to look at him, and she mumbled, "Liar."
Caleb Lockwood's refined face bore a joyous smile as he extended his left hand to her, "Let's go, to the police station."
Police station.
