Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 538 Beware Of The Wound

Chapter 538 Beware of the wound

Douglas looked at Martha. His expression was tense and more serious than ever.

In Martha's eyes, Douglas at the moment made her heart feel even colder.

She couldn't describe her mood at the moment, a feeling of despair spreading in her heart.

Martha smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry. I won't have any wrong thoughts, and I'll leave."

After speaking, Martha stood up from the sofa, holding the bottle of sparkling water in her hand.

She didn't take a sip, but just held it tightly.

From Martha's point of view, if there was anything she can take away, it was probably only this bottle of sparkling water.

Douglas gave her this.

Martha couldn't help ridiculing herself how humble she was, to think of taking away this bottle of sparkling water, as if she had a slight connection with Douglas.

What a ludicrous idea! She guarded it so naively.

Martha bowed to Douglas and said, "Douglas, I have always owed you a thank you for the past thirteen years. Today I finally have this opportunity to solemnly thank you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you." After speaking, Martha lifted her foot and prepared to leave.

However, her wrist was pulled hard.

Douglas also stood up, grabbed Martha's wrist, and held her tightly.

His face looked very serious, but not disgusted.

Seeing Douglas' emotions clearly, Martha felt a little more at ease.

However, she was still very apprehensive and terrified, afraid that she would make a mistake.

Douglas said, "Where are you leaving? After telling me this, do you think it's over? Martha, what do you think I am?"

Martha pursed her lips, unable to respond for a long time.

She wanted to tell Douglas that she thought of him as the whole world.

But can she?

She can't.

She didn't have that qualification, so what can she do?

Martha's eyes were red again, and the tears were pattering down, completely uncontrollable.

She felt very ashamed, and raised her hand to wipe her tears indiscriminately.

However, it didn't help at all.

The tears seemed to be against her, and kept falling down, crackling, without stopping for a moment.

Martha was about to die of anger at herself, and also died of grievance.

She was sad, very sad.

But what to do? Facing Douglas, she couldn't say anything.

Douglas was very at a loss. Facing Martha like this, he didn't even know how to appease her.

This was the Martha he had never seen before, and it was her that made him feel extremely panicked.

It was like, if he accidentally said something that hurt her, her world would collapse.

At this moment, all Douglas can think of, which can give Martha a little comfort, was...

To hug her.

Thinking this way, Douglas did it.

With a little force on his wrist, he pulled Martha into his arms.

Martha was frightened by his action again, and after falling into Douglas' arms, she didn't recover for a long time.

Or maybe, Martha just didn't want to recover.

She craved the smell of Douglas. It made her feel extremely comfortable and secure.

It was just that Martha didn't know how long she can crave the sense of security.

However, Douglas hugged Martha forcefully, with such force that it could even be said that he trapped her in his arms. The strength of his arm even hurt Martha a little.

She was strangled and wanted to say something to Douglas, but she couldn't.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and Martha just lay quietly in Douglas' arms.

They didn't know how long it took before Martha raised her hand and quietly pinched Douglas' clothes.

She didn't dare to squeeze too much. She looked cautious, as if she was afraid of being discovered by Douglas.

Martha like this made Douglas feel even more distressed.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the top of Martha's head.

Douglas said, "Martha, don't leave, okay?"

Martha's body froze, because Douglas' tone of voice when he said this was a cautious tone she had never heard before.

Even, Martha could hear a bit of pleading in Douglas' tone.

Her fingers tightened unconsciously, and she hugged Douglas tightly.

Let her be capricious this time. Let her show all her emotions to Douglas frankly.

Martha's voice trembled, and there was a hidden love.

She said, "Douglas, I listen to you."

As long as he didn't let her go, she won't go.

Even if he was just out of pity for her.

She just wanted to look at him from such a distance, so quietly.

Douglas' arms tightened a little more, and he said, "Martha, give me some time to sort things out, okay?" Martha nodded. As if she had let go of all her defenses, she just leaned softly on Douglas' chest.

The two hugged like this for an unknown how long before Douglas let her go.

He asked her to sit down on the sofa again, and he squatted down in front of her. Douglas said, "I'll go out for a while. You can take a bath later, relax, and sleep for a while, okay?" Martha subconsciously wanted to refuse, and reached out to Douglas, trying to grab his hand. However, after she raised her hand, it froze in mid-air, because she dared not touch Douglas. Such a reaction made Douglas' heart ache again.

Douglas raised his hand, held Martha's hand, and said, "Do you want to go out with me?"

Martha wanted to say that she wanted to follow him.

But, after thinking about it, she could guess that Douglas' going out this time was probably because of her. Perhaps, he wanted to replace out whether the words she said were true.

Martha smiled and said, "I listen to you. I'll sleep at home."

Unconsciously, Martha talked about the word "home".

This word made Douglas's heart tremble.

The word didn't mean much to him, but hearing it from Martha at this moment, it had a different meaning.

It was as if this was really their home.

This feeling was so subtle that Douglas felt as if there was a little beast in his heart, swaying wantonly. Douglas' gaze on Martha's face was extremely gentle, a kind that he hadn't even noticed.

Martha was dazzled by the gaze for an instant.

She even wondered if she was wrong. Otherwise, how could she see a bit of love in Douglas' eyes?

Martha just looked at Douglas so directly, without hiding her thoughts.

Anyway, she had already confessed everything about herself, so she had nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Douglas looked at her with this gaze, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

Such a warm gaze made it difficult for Douglas to calm down.

He raised his hand and rubbed Martha's head, saying, "You'd better not take a bath. Be careful of the wound. Go to sleep. After you wake up, I'll be back, okay?" Martha nodded, looking obedient.