Chapter 105
John listened to them discussing the details of Alexander's injury, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't resist teasing, "This must be the first time in all these years that Alex has been injured by a woman, right? Little Rabbit really broke the record this time."
Lila didn't dare respond.
Why did she feel like John enjoyed watching others suffer so much?
Also, could he just shut up?
The more he talked, the angrier Alexander got, and once they left, she'd be the one in trouble.
Lila looked at Dr. Harris, "Dr. Harris, does my husband need to go to the hospital? Or can you treat him here?"
"I can handle it here. I brought my tools."
"Thank you so much. Please be gentle when you stitch the wound, don't hurt him."
When Alexander heard "don't hurt him," he immediately frowned and called out sharply, "Lila!"
Lila quickly responded, "Yes, honey? What is it?"
"Go downstairs and get water for our guests."
"Okay."
After responding, she turned and went downstairs.
Dr. Harris looked at Alexander and shook his head with a smile.
But John wasn't going to be that tactful or quiet, "Alex, you've been married for a while now, right? Are you still not sleeping with Little Rabbit? What happened—were you planning to force yourself on her tonight, so she fought back and injured you?"
"John, can you get the hell out of my house?"
"Your wife invited me here."
Dr. Harris tried to smooth things over, "Alright, let me treat Alex's wound first. We can chat and joke around later."
Half an hour later, Alexander's wound was treated.
Dr. Harris instructed Lila, "Keep his diet light recently, avoid greasy and spicy foods. Be careful when he showers too—make sure the wound doesn't get wet."
"I'll remember that, Dr. Harris. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
John rubbed his chin. After hearing Dr. Harris's instructions, he looked at Alexander, "Best to have Little Rabbit help you shower. She's so careful—with her watching, the wound won't get wet."
Lila felt awkward hearing this.
Who said she was going to help Alexander shower?
John really needed to learn how to shut up.
Alexander glanced at his watch and said to the other two, "It's getting late. You should go."
Dr. Harris stood up.
John agreed.
Lila thanked them again and saw them out.
When she closed the door and returned to the living room, she noticed Alexander's deep, dark gaze fixed on her. Her steps involuntarily slowed.
But no matter how slowly she walked, she eventually had to approach him.
Lila stopped not far from his side and took the initiative to speak, "Well... it's good that Mr. Lucas brought Dr. Harris. Otherwise, who knows what could have happened with your wound."
Alexander responded with a displeased question, "Who told you to take it upon yourself to call John?"
"When I was cleaning your wound, it looked serious. I was worried about you, worried something might happen to you."
"Worried?"
Alexander sneered, "If you knew what worry meant, you wouldn't have thrown something at me."
Lila didn't know how to answer.
Her hands hung at her sides, clutching the hem of her clothes. She looked as nervous as an elementary school student who'd done something wrong, speaking weakly with apologetic words, "I'm sorry. I know I was wrong."
Looking at her small, pitiful, and helpless appearance, Alexander incredibly felt a pang of sympathy.
He couldn't help but wonder if he'd gone crazy.
He was the one who got hurt, he was the one suffering!
So why, looking at her like that, couldn't he bring himself to say any words of blame or criticism?