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She cut me again and I tried hard not to let my frustration show because If there was any woman who had gotten on my nerves more than anyone else, it was Hope. "I'll babysit the kids." Her eyes met mine full on. Fuck, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop it. "You don't have to. I already called Lesley and—" "No, I insist." Well shit. I needed to staple my mouth shut. "Cancel the plan with Lesley." "There's no need, I'll—" "I insist." I cut her again. "You'd really do that?" She asked me, tilting her head to one side and crossing her arms just under her breasts.

She snaps back. She hates that I didn’t let her help me. She says that if she’d been there I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. But I don’t care how she feels about it. I did what I knew was better for my fiancé and our child, so she can be mad all she wants. “You could stop.” I say back. “You’re annoyingly stubborn.” She says, rolling her eyes and continuing to clean the cuts on my face. “Acting that way, you won’t get any.” She teases.

She stopped to catch her breath. “Everyone is going to be waiting for my reaction. She was here before I came. She has known you longer than I have. She has your child, something I’ll never be able to give to you. Even if we manage to somehow get through this, you said it yourself. She’ll keep coming back. She’s a fighter, I’m not. And I don’t want to learn. I’m not running away from my problems. I’m simply putting myself first by cutting you off, because trouble always follows you,” she said, and slid her hands away from his.

I snapped. "There's no going back, you still have time to.." She began but I cut her off as I banged my fist in the table. "There's no need to play the hero or act concerned about me, just do your thing and leave the rest to me." I said impatiently. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Fine!" She hissed.

I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. Neither of us moved. The ice pack remained against my mouth, but her attention was no longer on the cut. Her gaze stayed on my lips. Then she whispered, “You shouldn’t have done that.” “I know.” But she did not let go of my hand.

I said, trying to keep my irritation down. She was silent for a while, probably contemplating on what to say next. I didn't care. “I like her, and she doesn't deserves to be sent away like that.” Lowering her voice, she said. “She isn't part of this family -” “I know, stop repeating it, before I lose my temper.” She snapped, cutting me off. I hated being cut off, while I was speaking. And she knew it. I rose to my feet abruptly. “Where are you going to?” She asked, making an attempt to hold my arm. I avoided her touch.

she was saying but she cut her short “Cut the crap and tell me why you called me here” she resorted “I need you to do something for me” she finally let out and the another person stare at her dubious with no hint of trust “Remember you promised a return if I help you” she reminded and then the other person let down her angry a bit and move closer “What do you want?’ she asked trying not to sound harsh.

Clark was still talking when she cuts him off. "I figured out something, don't ask me what... Let's get out of here".

She cut herself off. Cressida’s smile turned sharp as if daring her to continue. “You what?”

she whispered, stepping in. I looked down. Red. Fresh this time. She walked closer, pulled out a clean cloth from her back pocket, and started dabbing at my hand without asking. It hurt. I flinched. She didn’t stop. "You should’ve let the medics do it." "You didn’t." I looked at her. Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything. I exhaled, jaw clenched. "I’m cutting Mike off. He’s done. No more trust. No more second chances."