Chapter 487 A Frenzied Nature
The doctor took Wilson away, leaving only Seraphina and Orion.
As their eyes met, an inexplicable complexity hung in the air.
Seraphina lowered her gaze, her expression cold, and her voice even colder.
“What are you doing here?”
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Orion wanted to say something, but she cut him off with a disdainful scoff. She mocked, “Did you come here to fight?”
These past few days had stirred up too many unpleasant memories for her.
Orion was the last person she wanted to see right now, yet here he was.
And he hadn’t just come–he had attacked Wilson, the one who had donated blood to save her!
Seraphina had to admire her own self–control; only her current physical limitations stopped her from kicking Orion to the ground.
Anger bubbled inside her with no outlet. She felt stifled.
Orion lowered his head, gazed at her for a few seconds, then avoided her seething gaze.
His gaze lingered on her leg, which was in a cast. A flicker of pain flashed across his face.
Orion’s voice rasped low as he finally replied.
“I came to see you. I didn’t need a reason to hit him.”
His arrogance was insufferable.
Seraphina almost choked on her anger.
The confidence of this j*rk was boundless!
In the next moment, he slowly knelt down in front of her, reaching out his large, calloused hand to gently touch her right leg.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice laced with an undeniable trace of tenderness, his gaze dark and brooding.
Seraphina stayed silent.
Of course, it hurt!
Orion seemed undeterred and muttered to himself. “It must hurt. When I broke my leg, the pain kept me up all night. You must feel the same.”
His sympathetic expression was almost laughable to Seraphina.
Did he really think putting on this act, after hitting Wilson, would earn my forgiveness?
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Chapter 487 A Frenzied Nature
“Mr. Dros, please don’t try to change the subject. I want an explanation. Why did you hit Wilson?”
Orion let out a frustrated huff.
“I hit him because he deserved it.”
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He didn’t want to explain. The thought of acknowledging Wilson’s feelings for Seraphina disgusted him.
Such a childish answer could never satisfy Seraphina. She would have struck him in the face if her leg was not in a cast.
Closing her eyes, she took a breath. “No matter what happens, you shouldn’t have attacked a weakling. Wilson just donated blood to save me; he’s my lifesaver. You owe him an apology!”
“You want me to apologize to him?!” Orion’s agitation flared, especially at the mention of Wilson ng her lifesaver. Jealousy and anger welled up inside him, and there was no way to vent.
Once, Orion had been her only lifesaver.
But now there was also Wilson.
Does she expect him to apologize to Wilson?
“Impossible!” He roared out loud.
Seraphina looked at him, disappointment etched in her eyes. “I see. Some things will never change.”
The look of disappointment in her eyes was profound. Orion wanted to make things right, but he didn’t know how.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He looked up at her, something wild glinting in his eyes.
“Your blood type is unique. I will arrange for Jessica to donate blood regularly, which we will store for you! The blood will be useful whenever you need it.
He paused, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “That way, you won’t need Wilson anymore.”
In his mind, he’d found a way to render Wilson’s greatest value obsolete.
She needs blood?
Jessica’s blood was practically going to waste. It might as well all go to Seraphina.
Any lingering guilt he’d once felt toward Jessica’s brother had long since faded.
Jessica was now nothing more than a vessel carrying Seraphina’s life–giving blood.
Seraphina’s chest felt tight, a heavy, suffocating pressure settling in.
She flatly rejected him.
“There’s no need. Her blood disgusted me.”
