Hunter tried moving his left leg a little but winced when his knee hurt. He hissed and shifted in his place. Somehow, it seemed easy to manage the stitched cut on his right thigh when compared to the wound on his left knee.
Meanwhile, Hera kept glaring at him, and the angry pout stayed glued to her lips. She winced along when he did but didn't budge from her place. She had kept an arm's length distance between them.
His wounded knee hurts too much, even with the slightest movement. Placing a pillow behind his back, he leaned into it.
"What do I say whenever you say I love you?" Hunter asked and arched a brow, unimpressed when she didn't answer him immediately. He threw his head back and groaned in annoyance. Hera bit back a smile and cleared her throat to get his attention. She offered a nonchalant shrug, and her response irked him more.
