802: Disabled Right Arm

Disabled Right Arm

"Huo Chen!!"2

Wen He started to panic. She struggled to free her hands as she tried to kick him.

She screamed in defeat, "I admit, I am Wen He, can you let me go now?!"

Huo Chen's eyes glowed with desire. He was overcome by alcohol and lust and was no longer in his right mind.

He pulled her wrists upward tightly and used his other hand to force her legs apart!

"More reason for me to take you!"

"Ah —"

She yelled so loudly that it seemed to pierce his eardrums.

Just as Huo Chen felt ready and was about to charge in, the unexpected turn of events stopped him short.

All the lust and desire in him vanished as he promptly regained his senses.

Beneath him, Wen He looked terribly pale and seemed to be shivering. He let go of her wrists and asked worriedly, "Wen He, what's wrong?"

Her hands fell to her sides once he let her go.

However, her right arm seemed to be hanging lifelessly and slightly trembling.

Wen He pressed her right wrist with her other hand as sweat beaded on her forehead.

By then, Huo Chen had seen the hideous scar on her right wrist.

"Wen He…" He spoke slowly, "Your hand…"

Wen He noticed that he was alarmed, so she gritted her teeth and said with affected detachment, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

In fact, it was anything but a minor injury. Her right hand was practically disabled.

Back when she was dancing in the Golden City, or even before that, she had been using her left hand only.

When Huo Chen had her wrists in his grasp, he accidentally pressed onto her wound.

"..."

Huo Chen clenched his fists tightly.

Of course he knew that she was lying.

"Was it from the fall?"

He did not know exactly how she survived the fall from the cliff that day, but one thing was for sure ― she must have suffered plenty.

Huo Chen's fingers cracked under the pressure of his grip. He thought of what he had done to her earlier and wanted to shoot himself in the head. Guilt overwhelmed his soul!

"Wen He, I…"

He did not know what happened.

How could he lost his rational mind from just a little drinking?

Wen He looked down to hide the agony she was feeling and shook her head.

"I'm fine. You should go."

"No."

Seeing the scar on her wrist only served to strengthen his resolve.

He took off his jacket and covered Wen He's naked body with it. Then, he enveloped her into a gentle hug and said earnestly, "Come back with me. I will find you the best doctor to mend your hand. Give me a chance to make it up to you, alright?"

Make it up to me?

Wen He stayed in his embrace and listened to his heartfelt concern for her.

She plastered a mocking smile on her face and stepped back, away from him.

"I don't need it. You promised that you will respect my wishes, so please do that and leave. Do not come and disturb me again!"

"I can't do that!"

Huo Chen's expression darkened. He grabbed her arm, careful to avoid the injury on her wrist, and spoke again firmly.

"Listen to me. Don't make me lock you up just to bring you home!"

"..."

Wen He knew that she could not break free from him, so she stopped struggling and said flatly, "Huo Chen, do you remember what I said to you in the Golden Triangle?"

He nodded but refused to give in. "I also said that I will give you anything you desire."

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