Chapter 161

Distracted by Rowen, I suddenly forgot what I was looking for and couldn't react for a while, so I could only continue to focus on Rowen.

I noticed his feet. Yes, he was rubbing his feet again while listening to the TV with his legs up. But if you look closely, he wasn't rubbing his feet all the time; he spent most of his time resting his hand on his ankle, where there was a faded scar from where he'd had his hamstring picked off.

Perhaps the wound is too deep; until now the tender flesh inside is still growing slowly. It is inevitable for him to feel itchy, but he cannot scratch, so he can only gently scratch or rub from time to time.

Sometimes he moved too much and the cuffs were pulled up, and the same scar on his wrist could be seen, which was caused by a broken hamstring at the same time.

"Leila, cut an apple for me sometime."

I subconsciously wanted to say no, as if he was ordering his men around. But as soon as my eyes fe