Jessica's POV.
I've apologized to Hilda, yet she was still down. This matter wasn't supposed to make her this agitated, but then again, something might be wrong with her. After all, I saw her at the hospital…
Was she sick? Pregnant, perhaps?
But Hilda doesn't have a boyfriend, or does she have one now? I lost contact with her for two years.
Her foul mood was bothering me, but I didn't want to push her to speak to me. But seeing her like this was really making me sad.
I didn't like this mood. I thought of how to get her to cheer up, then my mind clicked and I began to undress.
When my dress came off, she caught the bandage on my thigh and her eyes widened.
"What the fuck happened to you?!" her spoon dropped and she rushed over, sitting me down. "What is this?"
My heart warmed. She cared. I looked down at my thigh. "It was an accident."
She glared at me, "Why won't you be careful? What was the haste?"
