Always Blinded by Jealousy
When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!"
He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly.
His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him.
Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg.
He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly."
The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight.
"Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."