Chapter 118
To Damon, that was anything but “a little.”
However, he couldn’t exactly cold Noelle for eating so much, not after how much blood she had lost. She needed to refill her energy, or she would probably pass
Noelle assumed he was just upset about his wallet, but Damon didn’t even look at it. His eyes stayed locked on her as he fired off questions. your injury? What happened to the assassins? Are they gone?“”
ThNoelle blinked at the sudden interrogation,
After a beat, the answered. I’m fine now. And the assassins! Lalready –
She didn’t even get to finish before Damon tensed up. “Fine? Who are you trying to fool? You were bleeding all over the place just now!”
“How’s
Sure, the underground parking lot had been dark, but the thick smell of blood and the way it had soaked into his hands was proof enough. There was no way she was just fine.
“Take off your shirt. Let me see” His voice was firm, almost demanding.
Huh?” Noelle pulled back slightly, eyeing him warily. “Damon, that’s not really appropriate, is it! Nick told me not to other men. If he finds out, he won’t be happy”
Damon didn’t even hesitate. “Cut the crap. Take it off”
He reached over, quickly unbuttoning her shirt. But the second her shoulder was exposed, he froze.
The wound was still wrapped in thick gauze, but she had clearly handled it with zero care.
Blood had seeped through the bandages, staining her skin, and it was obvious she had just wiped at it
at it half–heartedly.
clothes off in front of
Damon’s Engers twitched. He took a slow breath, trying to strady himself, but his voice still came out rough. “Noelle_ your injury._”
He clenched his fists, cursing under his breath. Just seeing how much blood she had lost made something tighten in his chest.
Noelle was seriously injured, yet here she was, stuffing her face with fried chicken instead of lying in a hospital bed.
Damon felt his chest tighten. Is she out of her mind Even if she doesn’t care about herself, she should at least have some basic sense?
Frustration. Anger. Worry. But more than anything, guilt, because he knew this was all his fault
The assassin hud said it himself. Noelle was fast, skilled. She could dodge butters
She hadn’t been shot by accident. She had been shot because she chose to take the bullet for him
Is she crazy for a brother who once threatened to kill her! Who now wants nothing to do with her? She’s still thrown herself in front of a gun for me. If the bullet had been just a little off, she could ve… The thought made him sick.
Meanwhile, Noelle, completely unaware of the storm raging in his head, waved han off. “Relax, Damon. The bleeding
She noticed Damon’s face had gone pale, his eyes flickering with emotions she couldn’t quite read.
ng has stopped, hasn’t its
But she didn’t need to. All that mattered was that he hadn’t pushed her away. He was here, worrying about her, making sure she was okay.
And that alone was enough to make her heart so
“Stopped, my aw!” Damon snapped, his patience snapping right along with it. “Do you think this is a paper cu
want to del
paper cut? The bullet is still inside you! Do you
Dainon took a deep breath, showing down the whirhind of emotions crashing
ng inside him. Right now, getting Noelle to the hospital was the only thing that matterril
This wasn’t just some minor wound, she could end up
up with Lasting
damage.
Thay phot.., all she cares about is food” Friestrated, he reached for her, ready to shove her to the passenger seat and drive straight to the nearest Chospital
However, Noelle grabbed his wrist, her grip surprisingly strong “Tamon, I’m not going to the hospital?”
Damon’s jaw clenched. “Oh, so you wanna diet And then what? Blame me fons the afterlife? Well, guess what? Not happening! You’re going.
Chapter IIS
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Damon wasn’t listening. At all. He was dead set on dragging Noelle to the hospital, no matter what she said
Noelle let out a sigh. This was a problem
She couldn’t go to the hospital, not with how different her body was. If they ran any tests, they would find things they weren’t supposed to, and then… well, things would get messy. Very messy.
However, Damon was stubborn as hell. Once he made up his mind, nothing short of a miracle could change it.
She had no choice. With a resigned look, Noelle unwrapped the gauze on her shoulder and showed him the wound. The bleeding had completely stopped, and a fresh scab had already started forming. “Look, I’m healing. No need to go to the hospital”
Damon opened his mouth, ready to argue, but the second he saw the injury, he froze. “What the hell?”
The bullet wound, which should have been raw and bleeding, was already closing up
“How is this even possible?” he muttered, staring like he had just seen a ghost.
Told
you, no hospital,” Noelle said, quickly pulling her shirt back up
Nick had always told her not to let anyone see too much of her body. Now she had gone and broken that rule. She could only hope he wouldn’t freak our about it..
Damon’s shock quickly turned into something else. Suspicion. His eyes narrowed, scanning her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t solve.
ut too!” he asked.
“You got the bullet out
“Yep, it’s out” Noelle nodded.
Damon pried again, “How?”
Noelle lifted two fingers and wiggled them in front of him with a smirk. “Dug it out myself”
Damon inhaled sharply. If anyone else had said that, he would’ve laughed in their face.
However, this was Noelle, and for some reason, he actually believed her. Digging out a bullet with her bare hands… of course she
He stayed quiet for a moment, his expression darkening. Then, with a serious look, he asked, “Noelle… what the hell are you?”
As soon as these words were spoken.
Her
reyes flickered. Noelle could see it, Damon wasn’t just curious. He needed an answer.
Noelle blinked once, twice, then finally, she said-
