Chapter 1683
Byran forced his voice to sound hoarse. I’m not sure. Maybe I aggravated my wound when I called you.”
Ida frowned at him. “Are you nuts? Why didn’t you use your uninjured arm to make the call?”
Byran looked hurt. “I was worried about you, so I didn’t really think about that.”
A muffled laugh came from the couch nearby, catching Ida’s attention. She looked over and noticed a middle-aged man sitting there.
McNeil couldn’t hold back his laughter after watching his stubborn son act so pitifully in front of a girl. He had missed a great career in acting.
Judging by his appearance, Ida guessed who he was and looked a little embarrassed. “You must be Mr. Howard. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you earlier.”
McNeil waved her off. “No worries; don’t mind me. You two carry on.”
Ida was a bit taken aback by his nonchalant attitude.
Unfazed by his father’s presence, Byran pulled Ida’s hand and continued his performance. “Ida, my wound hurts. Can you rub it a little? Your touch will surely ease the pain.”
Ida looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “You’ve got a tear in your flesh. How can I rub that? It’ll only worsen the wound.”
Byran fell silent.
He just wanted her to show some concern, but he forgot about the nature of his wound.
How embarrassing…
“Well, can you blow on it then? A couple of your breaths, and I’d be alright.” Byran whined again..
Ida could hardly bear his antics in front of his father. She forced a smile and whispered, “Blow on your head! Behave yourself. Your father is right there!”
Byran shrugged. “We’re not doing anything wrong, so what’s there to be embarrassed about? Ida, it really hurts.”
Seeing his furrowed brows and the red seeping through the bandage, Ida said, “It really looks like your wound has reopened. I think you might need stitches. Don’t move. I’ll get the doctor.” As she turned to leave, Byran realized his act was about to be exposed. He quickly grabbed her. “Ida, I’m fine! The doctor is busy. Don’t bother him. Just stay here with me. Your company makes me feel better.”
Ida looked back at him, still holding onto her with his injured hand. “You’re still using that hand? Wait until it gets infected and you lose it. Let’s see if you’ll cry then.”
Byran, knowing he wasn’t really hurt, brushed her off. “Don’t worry, Ida; with you here, I won’t get an infection. Just sit down and chat with me. You don’t need to get the doctor.” Ida paused, noticing something off about Byran. She looked at the bandage again and realized that the red was too bright to be blood.
She almost fell for his act.
“Are you sure you’re really hurt?”
Byran began looking a bit guilty. “What are you talking about, Ida? I’m bleeding; how can this be fake? I’m really hurt, and it hurts a lot. Just sit down and chat with me.”
