Hamish gently touched Elisa, and her entire body instantly stiffened, tightening at a visible speed. The spot he touched was Elisa’s sensitive area, and it felt like an electric shock. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she moved with a great arc to avoid him, plunging into the water. She choked on water, feeling chest pain and nausea.
Hamish held her up and said, “What’s the fuss about?”
Rubbing her sore eyes, Elisa struggled to squeeze out a voice through clenched teeth, “Hamish, can you please stop touching me so casually?”
Being in close proximity to warmth and tenderness made it hard not to be moved. Hamish’s expression softened, compared to his usual self, as he looked at the woman in his arms, who looked like an annoyed hamster. He chuckled and asked, “What’s the big deal about a touch?”
“Disgusting.” Elisa’s disgust was plainly revealed in her eyes.
Hamish’s smile faded, and he stared at her reddened eyes, his voice cold and indifferent, “You find it disgusting with just a touch. Then what about this whole body? Should I cut off my hand or should you peel your own skin?”
As the words fell, Elisa watched Hamish’s face darken inch by inch, and the chilling aura almost poured over her.
Elisa clenched her hands, disregarding the wounds on them, and the bandage soaked in water turned a shade of pink.
Hamish noticed it and immediately released his hold on her waist to check her hand, as blood began to trickle out.
Perhaps frightened by Hamish’s earlier words, Elisa’s body became stiff, her previously rosy cheeks now pale under the light. She looked disheveled, with her shoulders slightly trembling, and water dripping from her eyelids along her hair.
Hamish couldn’t say a word as he looked at her in this state, letting the anger churn in his chest with no outlet.
After a moment of silence between the two, Hamish took a deep breath and reached out to remove a towel, covering her head. “I just wanted to see the wound on your spine.”
The area on her spine was red, indicating a serious injury in some place.
“And you think I don’t know what you’re up to?” Elisa bit her lip, and tears suddenly streamed down her face. “Is that how someone looks at a wound?”
He claimed to help her bathe, pretending to be a good person on the surface, but in reality, he had taken advantage of her countless times. How did she not see this rogue side of Hamish before?
Hamish’s expression froze. “Why not? Do you think I fancy bathing you? You’re so dirty!”
Upon hearing this, Elisa immediately pulled down the towel from her head and pointed at the bathroom door, fuming, “Then get out! Right now, immediately. I ask you to leave!”
Only then did Hamish notice the tear stains on Elisa’s face and inexplicably tugged at his heart.
If anyone dared to treat him like this under normal circumstances, he would have left with a slapped face. However, facing Elisa’s stubborn little face, he unexpectedly found it difficult to abandon her.
He stood up, just when Elisa thought he was about to leave, but to her surprise, Hamish grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her, lifting her up in his arms.
Suspended in the air, she couldn’t help but hold onto Hamish’s wet clothes tightly.
Hamish carried Elisa back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, knowing she was afraid of the cold and lifted the blanket to cover her.
“Don’t rush to lie down. I’ll get some medicine to treat your wounds.”
Elisa indeed stayed still, as if she had found a real harbor and obediently curled up inside.
Hamish took out a medical kit from the cabinet, with scissors, iodine, cotton swabs, and gauze.
He crouched in front of Elisa, carefully cutting away the bandage on her knee. Thankfully, her leg hadn’t come into contact with water, and the wound wasn’t bleeding.
The most serious injury was on her right hand. Yesterday, it was pierced by glass, and today, it got wet while cooking, causing the wound to not only remain unhealed but also become inflamed, oozing a bloody discharge.
Hamish’s jaw tightened, never expecting Elisa’s injuries to be this severe. As he sprayed iodine on the wound, her body couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.
Elisa’s hand was exceptionally beautiful, with slender and delicate fingers resembling high-quality jade. Each one was long and graceful, but now a large scar suddenly appeared, ruining all its beauty.
Hamish used a cotton swab to wipe away the discharge from the wound and asked, “Does it hurt?”
“This pain”Does this pain compare to the times you pressed me against the glass and made me kneel in pain?” Elisa’s gaze gradually turned cold as ice in an angle that Hamish couldn’t see. She said indifferently, “The pain isn’t on your body, so how could you understand how painful it is?”
Just like how he knew she would get hurt and was afraid of pain, but he still let her experience it over and over again.
Now, Hamish pretended to care about her, asking, “Does it hurt?” as if he believed that one question could make up for all the pain she had endured.
Applying medicine to the flesh could heal, but the pain in the bones would resurface every time it rained.
Elisa didn’t mock Hamish like he did to her. She wanted to make him fall in love with her as a form of revenge, but she couldn’t bring herself to see him as she did in the past, with her heart and eyes full of him.
She didn’t know if she had changed or if Hamish had changed.
Things that Hamish thought were insignificant were etched in Elisa’s memory with utmost clarity, like scars deep in her bones.