All Out Of Love

Chapter 177 A Man On The Sofa

Zed?

Oh, Celia almost forget that he also lives here.

Standing still, Zed held the door with one hand, and used the back of the other hand to touch the stabbed by Celia. His handsome face turned pale because of the pain.

Celia threw the straw away hurriedly and walked up to Zed. She asked with an apologetic face, "are you all right?"

It seemed that zed was really in great pain with cold sweat on his forehead. He glanced at her and spoke after a long while. "What do you think?"

Celia stared at Zed's back with guilty and worried eyes. She was shocked to see the blood stains on his light colored T-shirt.

It can't be true?

How could he become bleeding just by a poke?

Was it because she was too strong, or was the body of the stick a sword?

"Your back is bleeding!" She screamed.

On the contrary, Zed was calm. He touched his back, which was becoming sticky gradually. A faint sense of warmth was felt on his finger. He turned his head and asked, "do you have any medicine to stop the bleeding?"

Celia kept fixing her eyes on Zed's back. She discovered that there was still blood stains on his back.

It can't be true?

This guy was so thin and tender, and the cool clothes stick made of plastic poked a hole through it?

Celia was so flustered that she didn't hear the question from him. As she was about to ask if he needed to go to the hospital, he had already taken off his T-shirt.

Celia didn't have the mood to enjoy the view anymore. She pulled Zed's shoulder to let him turn his back on her.

As soon as she looked at it, her face suddenly froze.

On his white and strong back, there was a dark purple color in the middle part.

In the center of the circle was a wound stabbed by something sharp. The dark red blood was constantly pouring out from the wound. It was hard to tell how deep the wound was.

Celia's eyelids kept twitching. Even her hand was shaking.

'Am I so strong?

She not only poked the skin and flesh but also had a serious bruise around the wound.

Zed clearly felt that the small soft hand on his shoulder was shivering at the moment, and his heart was beating slightly.

Was she feeling sorry for him?

"It's none of your business. I got hurt before." Said zed.

Celia was stunned. Then she understood.

Of course, such a serious wound was impossible to be caused by a piece of plastic.

But she might have made his wound open again.

It must be painful?

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Celia turned around and walked up to him. She felt so guilty for Zed.

"No need for that. Do you have any medicine to stop the bleeding? As long as I stop bleeding, it'll be fine. The cut is not deep and the bruises around will disappear in a few days. It's just frightening. "

"But..."

"I'm really fine. I'm not that vulnerable? It's not made of glass. "

A familiar and casual smile appeared on zed's face, as if he could always deal with anything with a smile.

There were some medicine to stop the bleeding. Simply wound treatment could also be done by Celia.

She hurriedly took out the medicine box and looked at zed who was still standing calmly. "Get your stomach down!"

"Okay."

Zed nodded obediently and lay down on the old sofa.

Celia squatted down on the sofa and opened the medicine box to take out alcohol, white cotton swabs and gauze for disinfection.

"Wow! You did a good job! "

Zed looked at her and teased, with his arms under his body.

Celia rolled her eyes at him. She took the initiative to sterilize the alcohol. "Endure it."

The man grinned, "Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I am... Stop, stop, stop, stop... "

Celia had just cleaned the wound on his back carefully with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol. The sudden pain made zed change his tune when he said "I".

Celia examined the wound carefully. Fortunately, it was not severe.

Otherwise, the outer layer of the skin would be healing, while the inner part couldn't be healed. In that case, it was a bad thing to go to the hospital.

After disinfecting the wound with alcohol, Celia put the medicine on the table carefully.

The medicine could stop the bleeding and remove the bruising, which was effective on the less severe trauma bleeding.

After the bleeding was stopped, she took out the gauze to wrap the wound.

With his arms folded, his head tilted, zed looked at the woman squatting on the ground to treat his wound.

She took it seriously, her eyebrows creased into a beautiful wrinkle. Her black and clear eyes were as clear and bright as a pool without any impurities.

Except his sister, no one had ever paid so much attention to him.

"How did you get hurt?" Celia asked curiously as she helped Peter deal with the wound.

"If you don't want to talk about it..." she added

"You know, I had a fight with my father." Zed answered by himself.

"What?"

Was it a fight or a quarrel?

Celia bit her lips and wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought.

As an outsider, she shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs.

However, when she looked into zed's eyes, she could always read the deep loneliness in his seemingly indifferent eyes.

"In fact, I think your father cares about you!"

Zed snorted.

"He never cares about me. He only cares about power and status! He has to make use of me to get the company from my father! He has used all kinds of threats and coercion. He even warned me that if I didn't go back, I wouldn't be allowed to enter his house. Huh, that house, I never want it. "

The bitterness in his own mockery stunned Celia.

Even zed himself was a little stunned.

He had never been a person who would easily confess his thoughts to others. However, in the face of this clear, pure and kind little girl in front of him, he could abruptly reveal all of these things that he had never mentioned to others.

Because he knew that she would not, like other people, take his pain as a story, would listen carefully and worry about him, would she?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

With just a few words, the woman who had slapped her in the face for no reason last time, plus the appearance of another woman, Celia could more or less guess what had happened to Zed at home.

"I don't know the situation of your family, but you have to believe that there is always someone in the world who loves you sincerely."

Celia insisted.

Zed also looked at Celia. The usual smirk on his face was gone. He looked serious and calm. With his thin lips slightly open, he said lightly, "I think, maybe I have already..."

"Ding Dong..."

The ringing of the door bell interrupted him.

Celia looked at Zed's back again. After she made sure that his back had been bandaged, she stood up and said, "I'll go to open the door."

She stood up as soon as she finished speaking.

However, because she had been squatting for too long, her legs were numb, and her whole body was unable to control herself to fall forward.

A hint of coldness flashed in zed's eyes. He turned around on the sofa, opened his arms and held her tightly in case that her head would hit the back of the sofa if she pounced on him.

Falling into the warm arms of Zed, Celia exclaimed as her heart eased.

As she breathed a long sigh of relief, she saw Zed frowning slightly, looking as if he was in great pain.

Suddenly she remembered something and hurriedly broke away from his arms. "Ah! Is your wound bleeding again? "

His wound ached, and he wasn't in the mood to feel his immersed passion. Frowning, he nodded, "I think so."

Celia hurriedly turned him over. As expected, the gauze on his back slowly stated a tinge of blood.

The doorbell kept ringing. Bearing the pain, zed said, "you go to open the door first!"

Celia looked out of the door and rushed to the door. She opened it and didn't see the man outside. She then returned to the sofa and cleaned the wound for him.

Carlos rang the bell for a long time, but nobody answered.

As he was about to call Celia, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

But there was no trace of that little woman at the door. He could only see a figure running back quickly.

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and walked into the room. He immediately noticed that there was a man lying on the old sofa.