My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 374

Kenneth reached out and pulled her into his arms with force.

Because the movement was too big, it pulled on the wound on his body, but he did not let go. Instead,

he tightened his strong arm and pressed her in his arms. He kissed the tears on her face and said in a

hoarse voice, "Don't cry, Bella. I'm sorry. You have broken my heart..."

Arabella was a doctor, and the most common thing she saw every day was life and death. But last

night, when she heard him say on the phone that he had been in a car accident, she was almost

scared to death.

He also told her that he was in pain...

Kenneth was a person who won't make a sound even if he was bleeding. He was strong and

unbreakable, no one could defeat him.

But he told her on the phone that he was in pain...

Just thinking about this, Arabella's heart was still trembling. She pulled on his hospital gown and looked

up at him with tears in her eyes, "You still have injuries on your body. Let me go, or the wounds will tear

and hurt again..."

Kenneth kissed her eyes, "Let me hold you for a while. Let me hold you, and I won't feel any pain."

Nonsense. How could he not feel any pain just by holding her?

"Mr. Lucero, don't think that a few sweet words will make me forgive you. They say you drove the car

like a rocket. I have told you many times to slow down while driving. And also, why did you say on the

phone that the person who handles the documents went out on the street driving? You need to explain

everything to me clearly!"

Kenneth didn't want to tell her about what happened last night. He didn't want to tell her that he wasn't

at the company, but he followed her in the car all the way. He also didn't want to tell her that he was

jealous of her and Tyrone being together. Most importantly, he didn't want to tell her that he wasn't

physically hurt, but emotionally hurt.

"Mrs. Lucero, I am a patient now. Let me rest for a while." Kenneth buried his handsome face in her

long hair and closed his eyes.

Arabella hugged his neck with her small hand, tears hanging on her slender eyelashes. Her voice was

choked with grievance and fear, "Mr. Lucero, please don't drive so fast in the future. If you have an

accident, what will happen to me and my grandmother?"

Her words were like a feather lightly brushing over his heart, causing ripples to spread. He solemnly

nodded while holding her, "Okay, I promise you. I won't drive fast no matter what happens in the

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At Arabella's strong request, Kenneth went for a comprehensive physical examination and took some

X-rays. There were no problems, and the doctor once again praised his good luck.

He stayed in the hospital for a day, and Arabella didn't dare to call Floweret Garden. She couldn't tell

her grandmother about Kenneth's car accident. Her grandmother was old and couldn't bear the shock.

Arabella took a leave of absence to take care of Kenneth. Because he had injuries, he couldn't take a

shower, so Arabella prepared a basin of hot water to help him clean himself.

Using a warm towel, she wiped his face and opened his shirt to avoid the bandages and clean his

body. Arabella stood up and said, "Okay, I'm done."

"Mrs. Lucero," Kenneth suddenly called her, "did you forget to clean a certain area?"

Arabella was confused, "No, I cleaned everything."

Kenneth lazily leaned against the head of the bed. His blue and white hospital gown didn't affect his

inherent elegance and nobility. He looked at the girl's innocent and ignorant eyes and pointed to his

pants with his gaze. "There, clean that too."

Arabella followed his gaze and her pretty face turned red. She quickly refused, "No, you can clean it

yourself. Your hand isn't injured!"

Kenneth furrowed his handsome eyebrows, "I don't have the strength in my hand. You have to help

me."

Arabella felt like he was up to no good and refused to help him clean... that area. "Then don't clean it.

Just endure it for a few days."

"Mrs. Lucero, how can I endure this? This is a matter of personal hygiene. I have a germ phobia and

won't be able to sleep if you don't clean it. If you don't want to help me, then go call a nurse."