After Divorce, She Married a Billionaire

Sharp knives are often associated with death.

At this moment, I finally realized that I might be in danger.

I reached out to pull the door handle, but before I could exert any force, the man on the stairs sprinted towards me.

The moment my eyes met his, my legs instantly became weak.

In a moment of panic, my tears rolled down in a flash. I even forgot to beg for mercy or shout loudly.

Suddenly, I realized that I might die here.

So, when he swung the dagger that was reflecting the light, I closed my eyes grimly.

I cried out in a low voice, and immediately, the subtitles of my untimely death quickly appeared in my mind…

But suddenly, I heard the crisp sound of a dagger falling to the ground.

“Dang…”

I opened my eyes and saw Eugene standing in front of me . I didn’t know when he appeared, but when he appeared, his right hand was covered with blood, which was flowing out. However, he completely ignored his wound and violently subdued the man who wanted to kill me.

In a panic, the man ran down the stairs. Eugene started to chase him. I shouted his name at the top of my lungs, “Stop chasing him! You’re already injured! Stop chasing him!”

Eugene looked back at me with a pale face, but now his entire right arm was covered in blood. There was a big cut on his arm, the flesh was turned outward, and one could even see the white bones deep inside. His injury was very serious.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, I rushed back to the house to find the medicine box, treated his wounds while crying, and called the police in a panic.

During the whole process, I forgot what Eugene said to me. He just sat weakly on the cold concrete floor, his head resting on my shoulder, and his injured right hand resting on my leg.

His breathing gradually weakened, and his warm breath swirled around my neck. This was the only way I could feel that he was still awake. I kept repeating in my mouth, “Please don’t fall asleep, please open your eyes.”

However, his wound was too serious. The knife had cut all the way from the palm of his hand to his arm. I tried every method to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.

Slowly, his lips began to turn white, and slowly, the hem of my skirt turned from white to red.

I was really afraid that he would faint from excessive blood loss or stop breathing.

I hugged his head tightly, tears streaming down my face. “Please don’t sleep, okay? Please open your eyes, okay? I haven’t gotten you a certificate to stay single, and our revolution hasn’t succeeded yet. Please don’t scare me, okay…”

I don’t remember when the ambulance arrived, but when Eugene was put on the stretcher, I fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, all I could see was white.

I tried to feel my own breathing, and the pungent smell of disinfectant rushed through my nasal cavity and my brain.

My eyes suddenly widened, I sat up, and looked around frantically.

Eugene sleeping soundly on the bed next to me .Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes were tightly closed, his blood-stained shirt had become dry and stiff, his breathing was even, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Maybe I was too scared, or maybe I was too uncomfortable, I just looked at his profile and cried out loud.

I moved my body and stepped onto the floor barefoot. I walked to his bed with snot and tears streaming down my face, stammering, “I’m sorry… It’s all my fault… I’m sorry…”

But suddenly, he stretched out his clean left hand from his sleep and grabbed my wrist.

When I felt this power, I was surprised and stopped all physiological reactions.

My tears stopped in my eyes and my body was stiff on the bed. I opened my eyes wide and my tears fell on his arms.

Suddenly, his dry lips moved up and down, “Don’t cry, you’re disturbing me.”

I immediately shut my mouth and sniffed my nose hard.

Eugene closed his eyes and frowned, saying, “Can you help me close the curtains? It’s too bright, it’s blinding.”

Only then did I realize that it was already daybreak.

I ran to the bed barefoot and closed the curtains layer by layer. When I turned around, Eugene opened his eyes and looked at me silently.

I forced a small smile and said, “How do you feel now?”

Eugene didn’t say anything and his expression was very serious. I slowly walked to him and took a look at his injured right arm.

The whole hand was wrapped in thick gauze, like a mummy.

Eugene looked down in despair and said, “My hand is broken? What’s that look in your eyes?”

I quickly shook my head, “No, no, no! It’s fine, it’s still here!”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head. I dragged a stool and sat next to him, reaching out to stroke the broken hair on his forehead.

Eugene shuddered and said in disgust, “Why don’t you stay away from me! Because of you, half of my hand is broken!”

I smiled innocently and promised solemnly: “Thank you for saving me. From now on, I will be your right hand. I will take care of all your daily life, including dressing and eating!”

Eugene looked at me strangely for a while. I couldn’t sense what he meant, but suddenly, he asked me seriously, “What about taking a shower?”

My face instantly turned red, and I stammered, “If you… if you’re not afraid of me seeing… I’ll wash it for you…”

Eugene curled his lips in disdain, “Forget it, I’ll suffer the loss.”

I looked at him with a smile and said, “Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I’ll go get a doctor for you! Okay?”

He looked me up and down. “What about you? Are you hurt?”

Seeing that he was in good spirits, I deliberately punched my chest in a funny way and said in a distressed manner: “I’m hurt! Of course I’m hurt! Seeing you being a hero and saving a beautiful girl, my conscience is really bad! My conscience hurts so much right now!”

Eugene couldn’t help but curl his lips and corrected me, “I’m a hero saving the ugly!”

Well… he’s a hero, whatever he says is right.

Seeing that he could still argue with me, I felt a lot better. I stood up and prepared to go out to call a doctor, but suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open.

The people who came in were none other than Eugene ‘s mother and aunt, but this time, they also brought their grandmother with them…

Grandma hunched over and trotted to the bedside, grabbed Eugene ‘s forehead and stroked it, “Oh my big grandson! Does it hurt? What happened to you?”

My aunt followed behind my grandmother, looking distressed and conflicted.

Shirley turned around and stood in front of me. She raised her hand and slapped me on the right cheek with a “slap”.

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