Hearing him say this, Bella Acker truly dared not struggle anymore.
She asked softly, "The wound is deep, shouldn't we go to the hospital?"
"No, I really hate hospitals right now," Damian Sinclair said, "The smell of disinfectant makes me nauseous."
"Why? You didn't mind going to hospitals before, did you?" Bella was puzzled earlier but hadn't asked. Now that he mentioned it, she followed up with her question.
Damian's eyes darkened, and he remained silent.
He wouldn't tell her about the car accident that left him in a hospital for three years, almost costing him his life.
He knew her temperament well. If she knew he was rushing to see her when the accident happened and nearly died because of it, she'd be burdened with guilt for life.
"Hmm?" Not hearing a response, Bella slightly raised her head, but thinking the movement might touch his wound, she retracted.
"No particular reason, just don't like it now."
