Ava Ramirez couldn't believe how much she hated, tightly holding onto the medicine box, and breaking her beautiful red nails with force!
In fact, even Tyler was stunned by her soft voice, which instantly shattered the anger that was about to erupt.
Did she want him to hold her? This was Amelia, who never wanted to get close to him.
Based on her past behavior, shouldn't she be arguing with him with strong words? Or say coldly that she doesn't care whether he lives or dies. How could she look so pitiful, like a little kitten begging for love?
Of course, he didn't know that since her rebirth, she had become more toxic to him!
"Hey, you, give me the medicine box!" Amelia said to Ava Ramirez.
Ava Ramirez gritted her teeth and handed over the medicine box, thinking that this pet had no shame and seduced the general. She must have been shameless in bed to be able to seduce the general like that.
She wanted to lift the medicine box and smash it on Amelia's fox-like face, but in front of Tyler, she didn't dare to show any difference.
Amelia looked at Ava Ramirez indifferently, and that look made Ava Ramirez feel a bone-chilling sensation. Ava Ramirez comforted herself that she was just a pet, pretending to be profound!
Amelia took the medicine box, found the tweezers, disinfectant, and gauze!
"I'll deal with the wound first, don't move!" She was still obediently held by Tyler, glaring at Tyler angrily!
Tyler's palm was full of broken glass, and she didn't know how much force he used. The light blue velvet carpet was soaked in blood. Indeed, she hated the color red.
She was a little panicked and her movements were very stiff. She wasn't afraid, she was just unfamiliar with these things and was afraid of hurting Tyler.
But the man sitting steadily didn't react at all. His eyebrows didn't even furrow, and his other hand still hugged her tightly. His anger gradually subsided, and he looked at her steadily, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and his face was still calm.
Amelia's heart softened. She always knew that her presence was the best way to suppress Tyler's anger.
"Tyler, I haven't finished my milk yet!" Amelia was still coquettish, as if she was not affected by the atmosphere at all.
Clearly, Amelia had nothing to say, but she felt that Tyler must be in pain with so many cuts on his palm and her unskilled movements. Saying something to shift his attention would be helpful.
She remembers how she used to be afraid of getting shots when she was sick, but Tyler would always be there, chatting awkwardly by her side, even though she never paid him any attention.
"Wait a minute... let me get you another glass..."
"Tyler, this woman said that what happened between us last night wasn't voluntary?" Amelia pouted, sounding a bit petulant.
"...It was...it was voluntary!" Tyler's whole body shook, even though he had been drugged, his love for her was always willing.
"Hey...hey... don't move!"
The tweezers in Amelia's hand fell to the ground as she couldn't help but exclaim. When Tyler moved, she accidentally pushed the glass fragments deeper into his wound, causing fresh blood that had already stopped flowing to rush out again!
She felt very remorseful. Her previous indifference and apathy were gone, replaced with a look of anxiety. She should have called a doctor to handle it earlier. She had hurt him!
"Don't be afraid, I'm okay!" Tyler touched Amelia's head with his other hand.
Amelia felt even more uncomfortable in her heart. It was the same in her previous life. No matter what happened, Tyler's first thought was always to comfort her. But what about her? How did she repay him? She kept stabbing him in the heart with a knife.