Previously, Mr. Cooper's black coat obscured a clear view, but now that he had removed it, it became apparent that more than half of his white shirt underneath was stained red with blood, especially his injured right arm, which was so gruesomely mangled and bloody that the bone seemed exposed.
To think he still had the mind to flirt with a woman despite being injured like this?
Aren't these wealthy tycoons supposed to be extremely cautious with their lives? Yet, why does it feel like the man behind him doesn't take his own life seriously?
Watching the man lift his blood-caked arm as if he felt no pain and stuff it into the sleeve of his clean coat made him involuntarily gasp in shock.
