A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Please Come Back

Darlene was sure that the sticky blood on her hand did not come from her.

When she reached her palm under her nose, she smelled a strong smell of blood. There was a lot of blood on her hand.

Just now, when Gustave leaned over to Darlene, he touched her palm.

Gustave’s hand that had been stabbed immediately moved back. He said in an awkward voice, “I’m fine.”

He propped his hand on the sofa and got up. In the dim night, he groped for the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

The dark bedroom was instantly brightly lit. Darlene clearly saw the blood on the sofa and on her hand.

A large amount of blood was shocking.

Gustave hid his hand away from her sight and turned to open the door. “Go back to your room for rest. It’s getting late. You still have to continue the drip tomorrow morning.”

Although his hand was hidden, Darlene still guessed where he was hurt. She got up and said, “You should have treated your wound earlier. I…

She wanted to say, “I’ll help you bandage the wound.” But she thought of something and finally said, “Let the doctor help you bandage.”

Gustave nodded and opened the door. “Okay, go to rest. If you can’t sleep, take a warm shower. Remember to eat the medicine on time as the doctor said.”

Outside the bedroom, Darnell and a servant were still standing there. There was another person. He was Gustave’s family doctor Jason Brown.

Jason had been waiting outside for a while. When he saw Darlene hurriedly walk out of the room to greet him and then immediately walk to the other side, Jason looked at Gustave with a curious expression. “Mr. Walpole, I came late. Do you still need my help?”

Why did Gustave look as if his desire was satisfied?

Gustave did not say anything. He looked at Darlene’s back at the end of the corridor and NôvelDrama.Org © content.

returned to the room.

Jason asked Darnell, “Who is this girl?”

Darnell glanced at the gold–rimmed glasses on Jason’s nose. “You’re wearing glasses. Can’t you see it clearly?”

Jason immediately nodded and laughed. “I understand. It’s rare to see Gustave fall in

love.”

At the end of the corridor, Darlene anxiously returned to her room. Her ears were still a

little hot.

When she thought about how she almost said that she wanted to help Gustave treat his wounds, she was still a little scared. Fortunately, she did not say so.

She could not bear to see others get hurt. It was an instinct that she had developed over the years. When she saw someone get injured, she wanted to immediately deal with the wound with her first aid.

In the year when Avery sat in the wheelchair, his mood was terrible, and he even often

hurt himself.

Avery was used to being a powerful man. Suddenly, he sat down in the wheelchair and had to raise his head in front of everyone. He was unable to control his anger and

wanted to vent it.

During that period, Avery was very resistant to seeing any outsiders including the doctors. He often left large wounds on his hands and body, but he just ignored them.

It was at that time that Darlene began to learn how to treat wounds. Later, other than taking care of Avery’s life, she would handle his leg recovery, other new injuries, and

minor illness.

Although Avery had recovered, Darlene still kept the habit. The moment she saw the wounds and bloodstains, she immediately wanted to get a sterilized cotton swab and

gauze.

She closed the door and sat on the sofa alone.

The bedroom was quiet as she was the only one left. She finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Why was she always so easily tempted?

Darlene clenched her fists and was still immersed in her thought when she heard some noise outside the door.

She realized that it was the maid. She vaguely heard a sentence.

“Who knows? It’s late at night, and he’s standing outside the villa. But Mr. Walpole said he was allowed to get in. I wonder if anything will happen.”

“It’s raining so heavily outside. If that man gets wet, Mr. Walpole will be scolded by the chairman again.”

Those words came intermittently. The phone Darlene placed on the coffee table lit up. A text message came in.

She took the phone and found the message was from Avery. “Darlene, come out. I’ll take you back.”

Darlene held the phone in her hand and clenched her fist. She frowned, got up to the window, and pulled the curtains open.

The rain outside was heavy. Darlene looked out through the window covered by a layer

of haze.

She looked down and saw a familiar black car parked at the gate.

Avery probably came here alone. He was standing outside the car without holding an

umbrella.

The heavy rain of late autumn night drenched his entire body from the top of his head.

He stood there. Since he could not receive Darlene’s reply, Avery called Gustave.

“I can leave Darlene at Mr. Walpole’s place, but at most, you are taking care of my

on my behalf.

wife

“She is mentally ill. As her husband, I can choose not to stay with her for the time being for her sake, but I have the right to visit her no matter what. I should come in and make

sure that she is fine.”

The bodyguard standing outside the door to stop Avery wore a troubled expression. He was waiting for a reply from Gustave on the other side of the line.

After waiting for a long time, Avery only received an extremely cold reply from Gustave.

“Darlene does not want to see you.”

Avery’s voice turned cold. “Mr. Walpole, if you insist on doing this, I will assume that you have locked my wife inside your house and will harm her. I can only contact the police and say Darlene is missing. Then they will come to negotiate with you.”

Gustave laughed over the phone, “Mr. Gallard, do whatever you want. You can call the police to come over.

There was obvious sarcasm in his voice. Avery couldn’t understand why he was still so

calm.

“Mr. Walpole, I think you know about the termination of the cooperation…”

Gustave interrupted Avery. “Of course I know. Mr. Gallard, remember to pay the liquidated damages, and our cooperation can be canceled. I am looking for new partners and still waiting to sign the contract with them.”

Gustave hung up the phone immediately after saying so. He obviously had no intention of negotiating at all.

Avery’s face was pale. It was the first time that he was shut outside the door like this, but he did not dare to barge in.

If he made a fuss, Darlene would be stimulated and get in danger.

But Avery really wanted to see her now. When she left in the morning, Avery was rather

angry.

At dinner, Roselyn sent a plate of seafood spaghetti to him.

Avery looked at the plate of spaghetti and suddenly remembered that he had cooked spaghetti for Darlene before when he thought she was pregnant.

He knew now that pregnant women might be allergic to seafood. It turned out that he made a wrong choice the only time he had cooked spaghetti for her.

Avery couldn’t eat the spaghetti at all. He looked at the spaghetti until it got cold. He

was suddenly desperate to see her.

He drove here alone. For the first time in his life, his request was turned down. In front

of him was the cold and locked art door.

He could not see her.

The rain fell on his legs. Soon, they hurt badly.

He had an umbrella in his car, but he believed that Darlene still remembered that his legs could not be soaked in water.

His legs had been cured for more than a year, but the car accident back then was too serious. His legs still needed delicate maintenance.

They could not suffer cold or be soaked in water for a long time. If he didn’t take care, his knees would easily get inflamed and swell. It might even retrigger the old injury. The consequences would be serious.

Avery took out his phone, wiped the raindrops on the screen, and sent a message to Darlene: “Darlene, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me.”