My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 493

Derek suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

He felt his blood boiling and his heart beating fast. He sat up from the bed and looked at thedarkness in the room. He turned on the light. No matter how he adjusted his breathing, he couldn'tfeel calm.

Derek frowned, with his beautiful eyebrows drawn together. He subconsciously turned to look outthe window at the night sky. The stars were sparse under the clear moon, and a few scattered starsset off half of the crescent moon.

The moon was not full today.

Every full moon night before, strange things happened to his body. Although his memory was blurryevery time he woke up, there were still some vague memories in his subconscious.

Every full moon night, he would be tormented with pain all over his body, and even his bones wouldbe in great pain. His skin was scorching as if he was being roasted by a hot fire. His heart wouldbeat very fast as if it was trying to get out of his chest. He felt that his whole body was about toexplode. Every time he felt like he was on the verge of death, and he had to be suffering everymonth.

Therefore, on that day, he would become very manic and restless. He became a totally differentperson, more like a wild beast out of control with no sense.

Derek's blood was boiling all over his body, which made him uneasy, but it was not the kind ofmanic pain he felt on a full moon night.

When he lowered his head, he found the wound on his arm.

During the day, he was scratched by the black cat in the square. The previous wound was very thin,but it was very deep. Derek did not care. He let the blood drip out and dyed the sleeve of the whiteshirt red. Now the dark red blood on the shirt had solidified.

Although he could not feel the pain, he faintly felt that this was where the problem was.

Derek tore open the left sleeve with his right hand, and the expensive satin fabric made a crackingsound. He did not care about how expensive it was.

The sleeve was torn open, and at this moment, he could clearly see the whole wound on his arm.The edge of the wound was turning purple, and the nearby muscles began to fester, the areaexpanding. There was light yellow pus oozing out, which looked very disgusting.

It seemed that the muscle was intoxicated. Pus flowed out of the rotten wound and the woundextended to the normal skin around. Little by little, the skin of the whole arm turned black andpurple.

The cat's claws were extremely poisonous, more than he expected. He thought it was just a mildpoison and never took it seriously.

"Who raised the cat?" Derek's deep blue eyes were still flashed with calmness as he muttered tohimself.

If this happened to others, he would have sensed the pain long ago, but because of the influence ofthe full moon recently, the nerves all over his body were numb.

He slept until midnight and woke up restlessly. It seemed that the poison had invaded his blood.Would he die?

Derek did not worry about this.

He didn’t go to the hospital. Derek quietly looked down at the wound on her arm as if it wasn't himwho was in pain. He just quietly observed the changes in the wound.

There was a small light on in the room. The late-night room was quiet. Since Derek had no sense oftime, he usually didn't like to hang the clock in his room. He hated the sound of the clock tickingbecause he was very sensitive to all sounds. Even if the electronic clock was silent, he didn't like it tobe flashing all the time. Larry bought one for him before, but Derek threw it away every time.

As for death, he had never been afraid of it.

In fact, for him, there had always been no concept of living in his word.

The black cat was still squatting outside Derek's balcony. It had been 7 hours, and it was still verypatient squatting in the same position on the air conditioner shell.

The night was cool and humid. The cat's soft fur was covered with a layer of dew.

It could perfectly blend in with such a late night, like a motionless and farsighted predator. It wasnow staring intently into the room, its golden cat's eyes shining in the dark night, extremely weird.The small balcony was facing Derek's bedroom. It could see everything inside from here. After awhile, the black cat seemed to be a little bored. It stretched out its left paw and stroke its face.

It tilted its head as if it did not understand what Derek was doing inside.

In the past, after everyone was grabbed by its claws, they would roll on the ground painfully andmake a mess, loudly begging for mercy and roaring, which would finally lead to death.

This man was really strange.

At this moment, Derek, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly felt his head getting heavier andheavier, and his vision began to blur. He knew that his blood poisoning was getting worse.

He no longer observed the wound on his arm. He leaned against the bedside, folded his hands andfeet, leaned his head against his knees, and sat in a corner.

For him, it felt the same as in the Fisher family when he was a child. The adults of the Fisher familyliked to punish him by locking him up in the dark and scary storeroom. Instead of crying or makinga scene, he found a corner and sat there quietly with his body folded up.

Those people said he was a weirdo. They scolded him for not crying. The adults would be angrierand angrier when they saw him not crying.

They liked to beat him by the side of the willow vine. The sound of the vine whipping the fleshseemed to make these people even more excited and noisy, but Derek still did not cry. He stood stillwhile being beaten up.

However, they hit harder and harder, and their expressions became more ferocious.

he didn't faint and fall to the ground until he was seriously whipped and his weak body could notwithstand it.

Christina used to scold him for being stupid, standing there like wood instead of dodging thewhipping. She didn't understand what he was thinking. He wanted to fight, but he didn't fight asbravely as Christina. If she didn't like it, she would say it directly. He couldn't, because no one wouldcare about his mood.

Even at a young age, he knew very well that his only way to fight was to fight against himself. Heoften thought that maybe one day these people could kill him. Death was never a terrible thing forhim.

But Christina liked to drag him around. He didn't want to, but she was really bossy.

When they were in kindergarten, she was picky and poured carrots that she didn't like into his bowl.When she was at her grandfather's house, she kicked the piano in the living room and said, "Mybirthday gift this year is that my piano is stolen, so I don't have to learn it anymore. Derek, can youhelp me realize this wish? *

"Derek, my mommy doesn't seem to like me very much. Help me think of a way. I think I havealready behaved myself. Why doesn't she like me?"

"Derek, you're so smart. Don't get sick. Get better quickly. The class teacher has assigned a lot ofhomework for us. I don't know how to do it."

A lot of memories flashed through Derek's mind, just as some people would look back on their livesbefore they died.

What he remembered most was the time when he and Christina were children. Some children hadlong forgotten their childhood. It was the only time he was grateful for being so smart andunforgettable, which was the only evidence that he had ever lived.

Just as he was left in a dark and enclosed space at a young age, the whole world harbored malicetowards him, but suddenly the broken iron door in his heart was opened and the light shone in. Thelittle girl in the red dress rushed in breathlessly and shouted, "Hey, Derek, are you still alive?"

He had no concept of living, but Christina wanted him to live, or she would cry.

Derek was completely unconscious, just like when he was a child, he endured the beating up untilhe could no longer bear it and fell down with his eyes closed.

The light from the bedside lamp was very weak, which was cast on his handsome face. A pair ofstartling blue eyes were tightly closed. His perfectly outlined and fair face was a little pale. His facewas so pale as if his blood was drained, but his thin lips became purple.

He lay sideways on the bed, very quiet. The air seemed to be stagnant and what was covering himwas the aura of death.

It was so quiet that he seemed to be breathless. It seemed that there were only dead things and noliving people in this space.

He closed his eyes. Even though the wound on his arm was badly festered and his lips were purple,his expression was still very calm, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a nimble little shadow jumped down.

The cat's cushioned paws landed steadily on the ground. It was light and small, elegant and noble,making no sound at all.

The glass door of the balcony was locked by Derek, but it was a piece of cake for the cat. Cats werevery smart. It found a small hole in the air conditioner and got in easily.

Of course, the dirt on the inside of the hole bothered it a lot, which made its dark hair covered indust.

The black cat shook its body and shook the dust off its hair.

Then, it walked towards Derek slowly with the catwalk, jumped onto the bed and landed on the softwhite mattress. It came to Derek's side.

It still squatted in a dignified and sacred posture, raised its head, and looked at him.

It seemed that it knew that Derek was no longer a threat. It tentatively probed him with its paws.Derek was unconscious and did not move.

It jumped up and stepped on Derek's chest with all its paws. The black cat looked down at Derekwith his golden eyes, as if it also held a grudge and vented its previous dissatisfaction. It jumped upand down on his chest and angrily meowed at the unconscious Derek to express its fury.

The black cat did not let Derek die.

It stepped on Derek's body and walked to his injured arm. The black cat shook its tail, as if it wasvery reluctant. Then it lowered its head, stuck out its pink little tongue, and licked the bruises on hisarm that had already turned purple.

The black cat's saliva was magical. Under the soft light, it could be clearly seen on the wound lickedby the cat, the black and purple rotten parts gradually shaded the dead color and returned to thelight red color of normal skin.

There was no pus in the wound. The rotten meat seemed to be able to repair itself, and the cellsdivided and grew bit by bit.

When the black cat finished treating the wound, it did not leave immediately but continued to squatbeside Derek.

The moonlight shone in from outside, and the silver moonlight always made people sad.

On the big white bed, there was a cat and a person.

A sickly man with pale skin and black trousers curled up on the bed. This was Derek's mostvulnerable moment.

The soft and dark cat, with its long tail swinging, raised its head. For some reason, it seemed to belooking thoughtfully at the moon outside the window.

"Meow." it looked at the moon and gave a respectful meow.