Chapter 19. The Kiss and the Strange Call

“I don’t give a fuck how bizarre it sounds to you, but the fact remains that you are my wife! Now sit your ass down and let me treat your wound.”

He dares to order me around after everything? And he only remembers I am his wife after hurting me or when he wants to prove himself in front of people?

I yank his hand away from touching me.

We should stick to the charades and this isn’t part of it. The fake shows are not necessary inside this room.

“Stop being stubborn and sit down!” He yells, almost making me deaf, something he regrets after hearing the echo of his roar.

“You need the bandaging more than I do, don’t you think? And stop pretending as if you care about me now.” I turn to walk to bed. Crap! This damn wound is making my whole face hurt like hell. “You should have grown some conscious before hurting me!” I murmur as I sit on the bed.

I don’t know what language this man understands though, because he is walking to me with a chair and the ki