"Can you see this?"
I lift my forearm, showing off the wound I received from the incident. "I was shot. Do you really think I can fulfill your wishes in this condition? I can barely move my arm. Can't you see I am using left hand to eat even?" My brows wrinkle. The strong excuse must work.
This is the only excuse I know of. "Hm... that's bad" A murmur escapes between the man's lips as he holds his chin while tilting head. Yes. Get hit by the guilt. Don't you dare to continue after knowing damn well I am injured. "Then, I shall let you rest for today" At last!
Zander Gavril has slid the request to the side. "Great... I am glad you can understand my condition" My lips spread into a smile of relief. I thought it would be difficult to go through his tough persistence. Turns out I have to use strong excuse to pull his guilt out only.
