Chapter 1391: The Injured Darren's Return
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He staggered, his body tilting over to the left and then the right from time to time. It seemed that he would fall down as soon as the wind blew up against him.
Bonnie immediately went to her room and fetched the medicine box. Then, she rushed downstairs at her best speed.
As soon as she walked out of the upstairs room, she heard a sound coming from downstairs, accompanied by the clang of porcelain crashing and shattering on the floor.
She felt her anxiety build and quickly raced downstairs with the medicine box tucked under her arm.
Bonnie was in such a hurry that she jumped every step like a frightened deer without any sign of stopping.
In the end, she descended at such a fast pace that her feet almost entangled with each other, and she nearly fell down.
Fortunately, she grabbed the railing beside her quickly so that she wouldn't fall.
After regaining her balance, she continued running down, one step at a time without slowing down.
As soon as Bonnie arrived downstairs, she saw many shattered shards of porcelain on the floor. The house was now in a complete mess.
Darren was slumped on the sofa. The red cuts and angry welts from bruising was an agony to her eyes. She stood rooted in place and was stunned by what she saw.
"You…. . . . . Where have you been and what happened?" She wanted to tease him, but at this moment, she only had the impulse to cry, and her sobbing tone was evident when she asked Darren these questions.
Darren could tell that she was close to sobbing. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowing with concern. It was unclear whether he was frowning because of the pain he felt from his wounds or because of something else.
Bonnie walked to him and gently sat down next to him. Her actions were made tender by her fear that she would accidentally hurt him.
She grabbed his arm and rolled up his sleeve. When she saw the injuries there, her eyes narrowed. When she had seen him from the upstairs landing, she hadn't thought that he was so seriously hurt, but now that she was taking a closer look at him, she found that he was in a terrible state.
Her eyes were filled with pain and concern for him.
She slowly touched every bruise and scrape on his arm. Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. "Do these hurt?"
Darren glanced at her, but said nothing. He pulled his arm out of her hand with an expression of pain on his face, as if he was enduring a quiet agony.
Seeing him like this, Bonnie's heart tightened. "Did I hurt you?"
Hearing her anxious voice, Da
eath and kept telling herself, 'He is a patient. Don't take his abuse so seriously!'
However, she still couldn't control her anger. She shook Darren's hand off her wrist and went upstairs with the medicine box.
Darren didn't stop her from leaving this time.
But as soon as Bonnie reached the stairway, she regretted her actions. He was just a patient. Why should she get angry with him?
So, she turned back and said in a flustered tone, "Well. . . . . . Remember to change the dressing! Besides,. . . . . if you are not happy, just have some dessert!"
It seemed that she was afraid of making a fool of herself, so her voice was not loud and could be heard only by the two of them.
Then, Bonnie turned around and rushed upstairs. Her footsteps were a light and brisk tapping as if two hands were dancing on the keys of a piano, playing a wonderful melody.
Darren, who was left sitting alone in the living room, suddenly smiled. In an instant, his smile seemed to be the only thing left in the world. It radiated the warmth of the summer breeze and the spring sunshine.
After that, the atmosphere around him turned cold again. Loneliness overcame him, shrouding him in a mysterious aura.
He never ate dessert, but after hearing what she had just said, he unconsciously took his phone out to order some dessert. He didn't realize what he had done until the dessert arrived.
What had he done? Just because she had said so, he had bought some dessert.
But since he had already bought it, he couldn't waste it. He tasted it and found that it wasn't too greasy, so he tried some more. In the end, he devoured all of the dessert.
It seemed then... as if his mood had really improved a bit.
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He staggered, his body tilting over to the left and then the right from time to time. It seemed that he would fall down as soon as the wind blew up against him.
Bonnie immediately went to her room and fetched the medicine box. Then, she rushed downstairs at her best speed.
As soon as she walked out of the upstairs room, she heard a sound coming from downstairs, accompanied by the clang of porcelain crashing and shattering on the floor.
She felt her anxiety build and quickly raced downstairs with the medicine box tucked under her arm.
Bonnie was in such a hurry that she jumped every step like a frightened deer without any sign of stopping.
In the end, she descended at such a fast pace that her feet almost entangled with each other, and she nearly fell down.
Fortunately, she grabbed the railing beside her quickly so that she wouldn't fall.
After regaining her balance, she continued running down, one step at a time without slowing down.
As soon as Bonnie arrived downstairs, she saw many shattered shards of porcelain on the floor. The house was now in a complete mess.
Darren was slumped on the sofa. The red cuts and angry welts from bruising was an agony to her eyes. She stood rooted in place and was stunned by what she saw.
"You…. . . . . Where have you been and what happened?" She wanted to tease him, but at this moment, she only had the impulse to cry, and her sobbing tone was evident when she asked Darren these questions.
Darren could tell that she was close to sobbing. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowing with concern. It was unclear whether he was frowning because of the pain he felt from his wounds or because of something else.
Bonnie walked to him and gently sat down next to him. Her actions were made tender by her fear that she would accidentally hurt him.
She grabbed his arm and rolled up his sleeve. When she saw the injuries there, her eyes narrowed. When she had seen him from the upstairs landing, she hadn't thought that he was so seriously hurt, but now that she was taking a closer look at him, she found that he was in a terrible state.
Her eyes were filled with pain and concern for him.
She slowly touched every bruise and scrape on his arm. Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. "Do these hurt?"
Darren glanced at her, but said nothing. He pulled his arm out of her hand with an expression of pain on his face, as if he was enduring a quiet agony.
Seeing him like this, Bonnie's heart tightened. "Did I hurt you?"
Hearing her anxious voice, Da
eath and kept telling herself, 'He is a patient. Don't take his abuse so seriously!'
However, she still couldn't control her anger. She shook Darren's hand off her wrist and went upstairs with the medicine box.
Darren didn't stop her from leaving this time.
But as soon as Bonnie reached the stairway, she regretted her actions. He was just a patient. Why should she get angry with him?
So, she turned back and said in a flustered tone, "Well. . . . . . Remember to change the dressing! Besides,. . . . . if you are not happy, just have some dessert!"
It seemed that she was afraid of making a fool of herself, so her voice was not loud and could be heard only by the two of them.
Then, Bonnie turned around and rushed upstairs. Her footsteps were a light and brisk tapping as if two hands were dancing on the keys of a piano, playing a wonderful melody.
Darren, who was left sitting alone in the living room, suddenly smiled. In an instant, his smile seemed to be the only thing left in the world. It radiated the warmth of the summer breeze and the spring sunshine.
After that, the atmosphere around him turned cold again. Loneliness overcame him, shrouding him in a mysterious aura.
He never ate dessert, but after hearing what she had just said, he unconsciously took his phone out to order some dessert. He didn't realize what he had done until the dessert arrived.
What had he done? Just because she had said so, he had bought some dessert.
But since he had already bought it, he couldn't waste it. He tasted it and found that it wasn't too greasy, so he tried some more. In the end, he devoured all of the dessert.
It seemed then... as if his mood had really improved a bit.
He staggered, his body tilting over to the left and then the right from time to time. It seemed that he would fall down as soon as the wind blew up against him. Bonnie immediately went to her room and fetched the medicine box. Then, she rushed downstairs at her best speed. As soon as she walked out of the upstairs room, she heard a sound coming from downstairs, accompanied by the clang of porcelain crashing and shattering on the floor. She felt her anxiety build and quickly raced downstairs with the medicine box tucked under her arm. Bonnie was in such a hurry that she jumped every step like a frightened deer without any sign of stopping. In the end, she descended at such a fast pace that her feet almost entangled with each other, and she nearly fell down. Fortunately, she grabbed the railing beside her quickly so that she wouldn't fall. After regaining her balance, she continued running down, one step at a time without slowing down. As soon as Bonnie arrived downstairs, she saw many shattered shards of porcelain on the floor. The house was now in a complete mess. Darren was slumped on the sofa. The red cuts and angry welts from bruising was an agony to her eyes. She stood rooted in place and was stunned by what she saw. "You. . . . . Where have you been and what happened?" She wanted to tease him, but at this moment, she only had the impulse to cry, and her sobbing tone was evident when she asked Darren these questions. Darren could tell that she was close to sobbing. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowing with concern. It was unclear whether he was frowning because of the pain he felt from his wounds or because of something else. Bonnie walked to him and gently sat down next to him. Her actions were made tender by her fear that she would accidentally hurt him. She grabbed his arm and rolled up his sleeve. When she saw the injuries there, her eyes narrowed. When she had seen him from the upstairs landing, she hadn't thought that he was so seriously hurt, but now that she was taking a closer look at him, she found that he was in a terrible state. Her eyes were filled with pain and concern for him. She slowly touched every bruise and scrape on his arm. Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart. "Do these hurt?"Darren glanced at her, but said nothing. He pulled his arm out of her hand with an expression of pain on his face, as if he was enduring a quiet agony. Seeing him like this, Bonnie's heart tightened. "Did I hurt you?"Hearing her anxious voice, Daeath and kept telling herself, 'He is a patient. Don't take his abuse so seriously!'However, she still couldn't control her anger. She shook Darren's hand off her wrist and went upstairs with the medicine box. Darren didn't stop her from leaving this time. But as soon as Bonnie reached the stairway, she regretted her actions. He was just a patient. Why should she get angry with him? So, she turned back and said in a flustered tone, "Well. . . . . . Remember to change the dressing! Besides,. . . . . if you are not happy, just have some dessert!"It seemed that she was afraid of making a fool of herself, so her voice was not loud and could be heard only by the two of them. Then, Bonnie turned around and rushed upstairs. Her footsteps were a light and brisk tapping as if two hands were dancing on the keys of a piano, playing a wonderful melody. Darren, who was left sitting alone in the living room, suddenly smiled. In an instant, his smile seemed to be the only thing left in the world. It radiated the warmth of the summer breeze and the spring sunshine. After that, the atmosphere around him turned cold again. Loneliness overcame him, shrouding him in a mysterious aura. He never ate dessert, but after hearing what she had just said, he unconsciously took his phone out to order some dessert. He didn't realize what he had done until the dessert arrived. What had he done? Just because she had said so, he had bought some dessert. But since he had already bought it, he couldn't waste it. He tasted it and found that it wasn't too greasy, so he tried some more. In the end, he devoured all of the dessert. It seemed then... as if his mood had really improved a bit.
