Various thoughts flashed through her mind. Yuna tried to find a way to sleep, but she failed.

She could only open her eyes and stare blankly at the ceiling.

After an unknown period of time, the door was pushed open, which broke the silence.

Yuna sat up subconsciously. Sure enough, it was Wesley.

Wesley saw Yuna and asked with a frown, "Why havent you slept?"

Yuna timidly told the truth. "I can't sleep..."

Wesley vaguely guessed the reason for her insomnia. He took off his coat and said lightly, "I'm fine." The displeasure in his voice had disappeared.

Yuna was still worried. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "What happened?" She smelled the smoke of gunpowder on Wesley, and her heart skipped a beat. "You and Rowdy..."

"You're right." Wesley said, "Rowdy gave me a lot of trouble."

Yuna was about to say something when she suddenly noticed a rip in the left arm of Wesley's sweater.

"Did he get hurt?"

She tore open the rip and saw that Wesley's arm was wrapped in gauze. The originally white gauze had been dyed red, and blood was constantly oozing out of the wound.

"It's a deep cut. You need to have stitches." Yuna pressed Wesley's wound. "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"I don't want to," Wesley said casually, as if the wound were not on his body.

Yuna gritted her teeth and complained, "The excuse is bullshit."

She was really anxious, or she wouldn't say dirty words.

The gloominess in Wesley's heart was gone, and he looked at Yuna leisurely. "Are you so worried about me?"

"... Wesley!" Yuna wanted to shake him to wake him up. "Your wound is bleeding. You should be more alert!"

"I'm very clear-headed." Wesley looked at Yuna. "If I remember correctly, you know how to stitch a wound."

Yuna finally knew what Wesley was planning. She shook her head hard and said, "I can't."

Wesley took the first-aid kit and threw it in front of Yuna. "I don't want to go to the hospital. You help me stitch the wound, or I don't care about it."

He was serious.

Yuna did know how to stitch a wound, but she couldn't do it for Wesley.

Her mood was probably the same as that of doctors who could not operate on their relatives.

Wesley took off his sweater, and his movements affected the wound. The bright red blood overflowed the gauze and streamed down along the muscle lines of his arm, which seemed to be very painful.

Yuna gritted her teeth and said, "Sit down. I'll help you stitch the wound!"

Her worry about Wesley defeated her inner fear.

She was like a beast forced to the edge of the cliff and could only jump off the cliff.

Wesley raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and sat down on the sofa.

Yuna first washed her hands and disinfected them before properly handling Wesley's wound. Finally, she strictly followed the standard of sterile operation and helped Wesley stitch the wound.

In the end, when she cut off the sutures, Yuna's hand trembled. In the whole process, this was the only thing that did not meet the standard.

Wesley glanced at Yuna and reached out to take the scissors.

Yuna dodged and threw away the scissors. She glared at Wesley and said, "How can you treat yourself so carelessly? It's a deep cut. If you don't stitch the wound, you may have to amputate your arm!"

Wesley looked at the stitches. With the nearly same stitch length and the proper degree of tightness, her technique was comparable to that of an ordinary surgeon.

The smile on his lips became greater. "You won't treat me carelessly." He raised his arm that had just been stitched. "It turns out that I'm right."

Only then did Yuna realize that Wesley deliberately came back and asked her to stitch the wound.

Because he was sure that she would not ignore him.

"Damn it, he is crazy!"

Yuna gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Wesley, this is the last time!"

Although she was experienced, she was not a professional surgeon after all. If she did the stitches badly, or if she failed to properly handle the wound, it would cause infection to the wound, followed by unimaginably terrible consequences.

"It's also the last time for Rowdy's men to have a chance to approach me." Wesley stood up. "I want to take a shower. Help me take my clothes."

Yuna took Wesley's clothes into the bathroom and told him, "Don't expose the wound to the water."

Wesley said, "Help me take a shower."

Yuna stared at Wesley for two seconds and found that he was serious, incredibly serious.

She directly ignored Wesley and was about to step out.

Wesley grabbed Yuna's hand, looked at her, and said, "I have a lot of time and means. Are you sure you plan to waste our time?" He knew best how to persuade Yuna.

Sure enough, his words shook Yuna's determination.

Wesley was right. Most importantly, she had seen some of Wesley's means.

Although Yuna was unwilling, she could only pick up the shower head and adjust the water pressure to the maximum. She got Wesley wet quickly, and her movements could be described as "rude".

But in fact, she had completely avoided exposing Wesley's wound to even a drop of water.

Halfway through the shower, Yuna inadvertently looked up and found Wesley staring at her.

His eyes were as dark and deep as usual. At this moment, there was also a touch of concentration inside, which made him look particularly... affectionate.

The bathroom was obviously wet and warm, but Yuna shivered all over.

Affectionate? The word should have nothing to do with Wesley, shouldn't it?

"I haven't done anything to you yet. What are you shivering for?"

Wesley's cold voice resounded from above her head. The words "not yet" sounded... meaningful.

Yuna mercilessly poked Wesley. "You're a patient now. What can you do to me?"

Wesley glanced at Yuna and said, "It's true. But I can let you do something to me."

It was late at night, and there was no one around. Wesley just blurted out such a meaningful sentence without any scruples.

Yuna's heart suddenly beat faster. She could only tell herself that Wesley was an abnormal hoodlum. She couldn't blush or admit defeat.

Otherwise, Wesley would go even further!

Yuna thought for a moment and raised her head to look into Wesley's eyes. She said meaningfully, "I don't have an appetite now!"

"Oh?" Wesley raised the corner of his mouth. "You ate too much last time?"

"..."

It was no exaggeration to say that Yuna had already tried her best, but Wesley could still argue with her with ease.

She had already reached her limit, but Wesley's blood bar was still full.

"Damn, I quit!"

"Wash yourself!"

Yuna threw a towel to Wesley, slammed the door, and went back to the room. She lay down on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and then decisively closed her eyes.

She swore that if she didn't have absolute confidence in the future, she would never try to act like a hoodlum before Wesley!

Thinking about it, Yuna suddenly opened her eyes.

In the future? Was she just thinking about the future?

Before Yuna could react, the bathroom door had been pushed open, and Wesley came out wrapped in a bath towel.

By the bed, Wesley untied the bath towel, casually hung it on the clothes tree, and lay down beside Yuna.

"Wesley!" Yuna glared at him. "Why don't you wear clothes?"

"I like it." After a pause, Wesley added, "If I remember correctly, you also like it very much."

Yuna admitted that she would really drool over Wesley's body. She enjoyed his strong and defined muscles, as well as staring and touching his body.

She even secretly thought that Wesley was a man who was not suitable for wearing clothes.

But when did Wesley notice it?

Wesley said lightly, "Don't think that you are good at disguising yourself, especially... at some time."

"..." Yuna turned over decisively and closed her eyes with her back to him.

Wesley didn't mind it. He held Yuna in his arms from behind and reminded her. "You still have six days left."

Yuna was stunned, and after a while, she realized that Wesley was talking about her answer to his proposal.

She opened her eyes and dared not move in the darkness for fear of revealing her secrets...

She had no idea what to do.

Dawn soon broke, and it was Aunt Helen and Emily who got up first.

Emily hopped downstairs. Looking at the empty living room, he was suddenly lost in deep thought.

Aunt Helen followed behind Emily. Seeing him suddenly show such a look, she couldn't help asking, "Emily, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Mu and Auntie Yuna haven't woken up yet," said Emily.

"Mr. Mu came back very late yesterday," said Aunt Helen, "so he will get up later."

Emily remembered that Wesley had mentioned his daddy's name on the phone before he went out yesterday.

Auntie Yuna was his father's friend, and he thought Wesley was the same.

However, he seemed to have misunderstood. Yesterday, on the phone, Daddy didn't seem to like Mr. Mu.

Emily turned around and looked at Aunt Helen. "Granny Helen, if I go home, I will miss you!"

Aunt Helen had never asked whose child Emily was, but she knew that neither she nor Emily would stay here for long. She would go back to Glasgow, and Emily would also go back to his home.

Aunt Helen touched Emily's head with a smile and said, "Good boy, I will miss you too. If you go to Glasgow in the future, you must find me."

"All right!"

Emily nodded. Just then, it began to snow outside.

He blinked and suddenly became excited. "I'm going out!"

"Wait a minute." Aunt Helen grabbed Emily and helped him put on his coat. "If you still feel cold, come back and put on more clothes. Don't catch a cold."

"Okay, I got it."

Emily agreed obediently and ran out.

It was snowing heavily. Emily reached out his hand, and the snowflakes fell on his palm, making him shiver before quietly melting in his palm.

It repeated monotonously, but Emily had a good time. Even his fingers were frozen red, but he was unwilling to withdraw his hand.

Wesley stood in front of the window and saw Emily.

He was very surprised. Without others' company, this little boy could actually have fun.

Yuna woke up and found Wesley standing in front of the window and considering something. She got up and walked to his side, only to find that he was looking at Emily.

She asked tentatively, "Wesley, what are you thinking about?"

Wesley glanced at her and saw the worry in her eyes. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "What are you afraid of?"