Only then did Hector understand Bonnie’s intention.
It’s just that the image of having a girl give him a wound-dressing by taking off his clothes was a bit unacceptable.
If it’s a female doctor, it would be more able for himself to mentally comfort himself. Since she’s a professional.
But Bonnie was a complete amateur, without any relation to a professional.
Hector said uncomfortably, “I’m really fine. There’s no rush, just let Florence come and clean the wound for me later.”
Hearing this, Florence, who was cleaning Ernest’s ‘wound’, moved a few beats slower again.
Don’t worry. Ernest’s wound wouldn’t be finished until Bonnie cleaned and dressed Hector’s wound.
Don’t wait.
Bonnie was worried about what Ernest had said, and she really didn’t dare to delay.
If he waited for Florence, no one really knew how long it would take.
Compared to how much Hector cared for her, she really didn’t care for Hector on the surface.
Bonnie couldn’t help but feel heartbreaking, gritted her teeth and made up her mind again.
“You can’t delay your injury. Let me clean your wound before the doctor comes.”
Bonnie said firmly and once again reached out to unbutton Hector’s shirt.
Subconsciously, Hector wanted to stop it, but this time, just before he reached out, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
He had just touched the girl’s hand. The first time was unintentional, but the second time was unacceptable.
But if he didn’t stop it, he could only watch as Bonnie unbuttoned his first button.
Hector’s whole body tensed up, a hundred thousand times more uncomfortable.
“Bonnie, you really don’t need to clean my wounds. After all, men and women are not allowed to ……”
Before he could finish his words, most of Hector’s shirt was pulled outwards and taken off.
His wounds, along with half of his chest, were all exposed.
It was exposed to Bonnie’s bright eyes.
Stunned, Bonnie looked at his chest and let out a startled cry, her eyes instantly filling with tears.
She choked out, “Does your injury …… hurt?”
The dagger was stabbed into the bloody flesh, turning the tight skin in half, flesh flopping and blood pouring out.
Bonnie had never seen such a hideous sight before, and it made her heart ache even more to the point of suffocation.
She even hoped that the knife was stabbed into her own body.
Hector stiffened and looked at Bonnie in front of her with some dismay.
She asked him again, did it hurt?
It wasn’t that he hadn’t been hurt before, but since he was a child, no one ever seemed to care this aspect.
No one, it seemed, had ever been teary-eyed and worried enough to cry because he was injured, either.
And this Bonnie, whom he didn’t know very well, was actually the first doing so.
In his chest, there was a hint of warmth.
Only then did Hector take a proper look at Bonnie for the first time. That teary-eyed look also looked pleasing to the eye, much smoother than any other woman.
This was a kind girl.
Hector’s tone couldn’t help but be much softer, whispering.
“It doesn’t hurt. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
The man’s low and slow voice, however, was like a catalyst for tears, and the emotions that Bonnie was holding back, collapsed at once.
Tears flowed out of her eyes nonstop.
Such a serious injury, how could it not hurt? Hector was still trying to be strong now.
The bravado was heartbreaking.
Hector’s eyes widened in shock, never expecting his comforting to make the woman in front of him cry straight away. He was so flustered that he didn’t know what to do.
He was at a loss for words, “You, don’t you cry, eh, don’t cry ……”
He comforted her haphazardly, exactly like a hairy child.
Although Florence did not look, she heard the voice behind her clearly.
She was a little helpless.
Were they really cleaning and dressing the wounds?
Luckily, Hector’s wound wasn’t really as serious as Ernest said that if it wasn’t cleaned timely, it was going to get infected. Otherwise, with all this, Hector would have missed the time to clean and dress the wound as well.
Ernest was not interested in this drama at all, as long as Hector didn’t come to harass Florence.
If he and Bonnie could spark up something, he would be more than happy to see it happen.
In the midst of the chaos, finally, the doctor who had saved the day arrived.
Bonnie, who was so teary-eyed that she couldn’t even see, at least breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly gave way so the doctor who could attend to Hector’s wounds.
Hector also followed suit and let out a sigh of relief, and fortunately Bonnie stopped crying.
There’s a reason why he didn’t like women for so many years. Women like her whose crying was fatal, because it’s completely impossible to comfort such a woman. The more you comforted, the more tore. It’s a headache.
He forgot that some of the women, who used to crawl into his bed, crying and pouting, were kicked out of the door by him mercilessly.
When the doctor arrived, he quickly took care of the cleanliness of Hector’s wound, and then arranged for him to go to the bed inside, so that he could lie down and pull out the knife.
After Hector went in, the wound of Ernest that had been left untreated was treated in minutes.
A love bondi was put on and it was done.
Ernest stood up and then followed him into the room.
Florence stood behind him, looking at him with some confusion, wondering why he, who had no concern for Hector, went in.
Could it be that he wanted to watch the painful scene of Hector who was pulled out of the knife and have a good time?
It was quite possible.
In her heart, Florence said she had lit a row of candles for Hector and followed her into the room.
The picture in the room was still somewhat gruesome.
Hector was lying on the bed, the white bed stained red by his blood. The doctor was gesticulating on his chest with various tools.
Hector was lying on the bed, his face pale and miserable.
Ernest stood two meters away from the bed, looked down at Hector, and said indifferently,
“You’re injured, so just stay here to recuperate.”
Was he recommended him to stay here to recuperate? Wasn’t that like living in the same house with Florence!
Then we could see each other every day.
Hector’s eyes instantly lit up, suddenly feeling that Ernest was the best brother-in-law in the world, forgetting even his pretensions of having to bandage such a small injury just now.
Hector immediately nodded, “Okay, okay, thank you bro.”
Florence looked at the man in front of him suspiciously. Was Ernest that kind?
Then he heard Ernest say,
“I will help you dealing with the matter concerning Stanley first. You can come back to wrap it up when you are a bit better.”
Although Stanley had been arrested, there was still quite a lot to be done to follow up on the charges against him and control his party forces.
This should have been dealt with immediately by Hector.
But looking at Ernest, Hector readily agreed after a moment’s consideration.
“Then, I’ll trouble Brother.”
This time, he was able to capture Stanley alive was all thanks to Ernest’s thorough calculation. Ernest’s ability and intelligence were even more powerful than his.
A capable person of such strength would certainly have powerful means to handle the subsequent issues without a hitch.
If he left it to Ernest, he could really rest assured that he would recover from his injuries.
Moreover and more importantly, when Ernest went to address issues, Florence would be left alone at home, and he would have a lot more personal contact with Florence!
He would be able to cultivate their relationship without Ernest in presence.
When Hector was thinking about this, he couldn’t help but have the corners of his mouth rise and he rebukingly stared at Florence.