Fit For Your Love

Olivia hissed and lowered her head.

She froze as she lowered her head.

Brayden took her left hand and looked at the injury on it.

Olivia stopped talking.

The moment she lunged at the cart, her left arm was scratched. It wasn't very serious, but it was bleeding. It was rubbed on the ground, so it looked a little serious. Brayden picked up her arm and looked at the injury, and then rolled up her sleeve slowly.

Olivia didn't want Brayden to watch it, but now that he had seen this, she didn't stop him, because that would be pretentious.

Olivia said, "It's okay. It's a minor injury. Do you have a medical kit here?"

Brayden's head was lowered and he did not speak. He rolled Olivia's sleeve to a little higher than the elbow. He did not stop until there was no injury.

When he stopped, the injury on Olivia's arm was completely shown.

There were long scratches, and on both sides were severe abrasions, and blood was oozing out. It was shocking and serious.

Brayden held Olivia's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "It was hurt when you fell, wasn't it?"

He seemed to be confirming something. His voice was shaking.

Olivia was stunned, not expecting him to know that she had fallen.

But soon, Olivia understood.

She had been out for so long and he couldn't find her. He must have checked the surveillance.

So it was normal that he knew this.

"Yeah, but you don't have to worry. It's just a minor injury."

"Minor injury?"

Brayden looked up at her. At this moment, his eyes were red.

Olivia was stunned. "Brayden..."

Brayden looked at Olivia and found her eyes were still clean and pure, without any anger or dissatisfaction.

Brayden suddenly hugged Olivia and squeezed Olivia into his arms.

"Sorry, sorry..."

It was his fault.

It was all his fault.

He hurt her.

Olivia knew that Brayden would blame him if he knew that she was hurt. She was right.

He was blaming himself more than she had imagined.

Olivia hugged Brayden, patted him on the back, and comforted him gently. "Brayden, it's not your fault. It's an accident. It's none of your business."

In fact, Olivia knew what was going on, but at this point, she would rather think it was an accident.

Brayden didn't say anything more. He just kept tightening his arms and burying his face in Olivia's neck.

"Olivia, I know what you think, but at this moment, I hate myself."

"You were hurt by my friends and it was Everett who saved you."

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Brayden took Olivia to the hospital to treat the wound on her arm.

Then the two returned to the Jameses.

Belle wasn't at home.

Not long after the two of them went out, Belle also went out.

Belle was not a stay-at-home wife. She had her own career and was very busy.

The nanny was surprised to see the two of them return.

"Young master, young madam."

Brayden nodded and took Olivia back to the bedroom.

"I booked a flight back to Paris tonight. We're going back to Paris tonight."

Olivia was surprised. "Tonight? Aren't we leaving tomorrow?"

"Well, I want to go back to Paris early."

As he spoke, he pulled Olivia to the sofa and sat her down. He looked at her and said, "Sit. I'll go pack."

He patted her head as if she were a child.

Then he turned around to pack their things.

Olivia looked at Brayden's back and said, "Brayden, I want to go back tomorrow."

Brayden stopped.

Olivia continued. "If we leave suddenly tonight, mom will feel bad. We should accompany her tonight to make her happy."