The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007

I pursed my lips. "Let me help you."

Before he could refuse, I quickly dragged him to the sofa. When I reached out to undo his buttons, he suddenly held down my hand.

I frowned and looked up at him. "Your wound needs to be treated, Mr. Fredericks." 1

He was stunned, then helplessly smiled. "Alright, then."

After undoing his blouse, the wound on his waist was exposed. Blood started seeping out.

I could not stop myself from furrowing my brows. This man was quite good at enduring pain. I thought it was caused by a weapon, but after cleaning his wound, I realized that it was an injury from a wooden stake.

I looked up at him and asked, "Did someone do this?"

"I knocked myself into it when we were fighting," he said a little nonchalantly, "It isn't serious because it doesn't involve any vital organs."

This was not considered serious enough?

Just a little more to the side and it would have hurt his kidney.

Apart from the injury on his waist, there were other

injuries on his body but they were just minor injuries.

I started concentrating on dressing his wounds. As there was no anesthetic administered, wounds hurt when cleaned with alcohol. Hence, Jordan was seen frowning but nothing else. I asked, "Does it hurt?"

He looked at me sideways. "No, it doesn't."

U H

Was he not human?

This was a hole as large as the tip of his finger. If he was human made of blood and flesh, how could he not be in any pain?

I sighed. "It's fine if you say that it hurts. How can a massive wound like that not hurt? You're not Iron Man."

After cleaning the wounds, I applied medicine to stop the bleeding and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped bleeding so much.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and grabbed the gauze to bandage his wounds.

After tying a knot on the gauze, I was just about to look up at Jordan when I felt a hint of coolness on my forehead.

I froze and raised my eyes to meet Jordan's deep, dark eyes.

When our eyes met, there was a hint of awkwardness.

"There won't be an infection if you keep the wounds dry," I said after looking away.

He smiled slightly and pulled back his hand after helping me wipe my sweat off. "Can you cook?"

"Huh?" I froze, unable to react in time.

Seeing the smile on his face when he looked at me, I nodded hesitantly. "I can, but I haven't cooked for a long time. If you're hungry and don't mind my culinary skills, then I'll fix you something."

He nodded, his cool brows lifting slightly. "I came in a hurry and haven’t eaten anything on the road. I'm a little hungry now."

"You're wounded and can only eat bland food. It shouldn't take long for me to prepare for it. You can lie down and wait for me."

I helped him to lie down on the bed after saying that.

Sensing his gaze on me, I felt a little awkward. "Is there anything you don't eat?"

"No." He continued to stare at me, which made me even more awkward.

Therefore, I hurried downstairs to cook after covering him up with a blanket.

There were many ingredients in the kitchen but they were mostly bread, jam, beef, and cheese.

This was the kind of diet in this country and I was a little troubled.

These ingredients were not conducive to Jordan's recovery.

After thinking for a very long time, I decided to go out and see if there were any wild vegetables that we could eat.

Typically, green plants would grow near villas like this. Hence, it was possible to find wild vegetables.