Philip Shaw reached out his hand and pulled her from the edge of the bed onto it directly.
He was naked, with bandages wrapped around his forehead and chest. The smell of blood tore apart the gentle facade he wore, revealing the beast-like cold and bloody side of this man.
In this fierce look, he was nothing like the gentle and elegant gentleman when they first met; instead, he seemed like a killer who licked blood off the edge of the knife, just like Eric Candi.
Philip Shaw circled her frail body with his arm and turned his head to look at her face.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him looking at her with that expression, Aldana Candi slightly raised her eyes and asked.
"Kiss me."
"..." Aldana Candi looked at him, not moving.
Philip Shaw didn't insist much either, he just turned his head to look at her face, smiled faintly, his expression calm and unremarkable.
*
Philip Shaw stayed in the hospital for a week before being discharged.
