Chapter 150

A part of me instantly craved for his closeness but after putting that feeling aside, I shifted my mind to what he said. I almost swallowed my urge to ask him back that what about me? What about my feelings?

"I don't care." I said in a barely audible voice.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Right. Offcourse."

I noticed the white cotton bandaged wrapped around his palm that was soaked in blood. And I maybe a heartless bitch but I just can't ignore that. Maybe, somewhere deep down I care for him?

Oh. Whatever. Snap out, Erica.

"What happened to your hand?" I asked.

He drifted his eyes to his hands and then shrugged.

"Where the first aid kit?" I asked.

He pointed towards the nightstand and I went there to take it out from the inner drawer. I gestured him to come and he followed my words. We sat next to each other on the bed and I changed his bandage.

"You're angry with me, aren't you?" He asked, staring at his wounded