I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 418 - 417: The Girl from Six Years Ago (21)
"I’m fine." Kris Cooper reached out and brushed a clump of mud from her hair. "I’m okay. Tell me, darling, apart from your arm, is anywhere else uncomfortable? Does your stomach hurt?"
She shook her head.
"What about your head?"
She still shook her head.
"And... your back?"
She still shook her head.
"Your hands, arms, or legs?"
"I’m fine!" She waved her uninjured left hand at him. "Look... see? It’s perfectly fine."
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You little rascal, stop talking nonsense! Come back to Nicosa with me as soon as you recover! No more filming that lousy movie!"
His words unsettled the director, assistant director, and several staff members. They could all immediately tell how furious he was.
Vera Wave glanced at everyone and gave a faint smile.
"Darling, I’m thirsty."
"Wait for me, I’ll pour you some!"
The man, who had been scowling moments before, immediately turned, got her a cup of water, and returned, his brow furrowed.
"Tommy Taylor, find me a straw!"
With IVs and various monitoring devices attached to her, she couldn’t move at all, let alone drink water like this.
"Alright!"
Tommy Taylor rushed out and got a straw from a nurse.
After placing the straw in the cup, he carefully tested the water temperature before guiding it to her lips. Vera Wave took a couple of sips, then lifted her eyes to look at everyone.
"Thank you all. I’m okay, you can head back for now!"
Just then, Logan Miles and a few other lead actors walked in to visit her.
Seeing that Logan Miles was also injured, Vera Wave immediately asked with concern, "Logan, are you okay?"
They had become quite familiar over the past couple of days and addressed each other casually.
Before Logan Miles could respond, Kris Cooper cut in sharply, addressing Vera, "You can barely look after yourself, and yet you’re worrying about others? Focus on resting."
"I’m fine, it’s just a minor scratch." Logan Miles sensed Kris’s jealousy and smiled faintly. "As long as you’re okay. Rest well; we’ll leave for now."
He had barely finished speaking when several more people walked in from outside the door.
"Miss Vera! Are you okay?"
The two who entered were none other than an explosives expert and a pyrotechnician. They held direct responsibility for the incident, so both were extremely worried. After dealing with the injured at the scene, they had rushed over to visit her at the first opportunity.
Kris Cooper turned his head. Upon seeing these two, his anger flared instantly, and he spun around, about to charge at them.
"Mr. Cooper!" Tommy Taylor quickly grabbed him.
"Let go!" Kris Cooper frowned and shrugged off Tommy’s arm.
"Kris..." Vera Wave, afraid he would escalate things, hurriedly reached out to grab his arm. In her haste, she forgot about her injured hand and brushed against Kris Cooper’s arm, making her gasp sharply from the sudden pain.
Hearing her cry out, Kris Cooper spun back. Seeing her pained expression, he immediately rushed to her side, frowning as he gently took her injured arm and placed it back on the bed.
"Who told you to move!" he admonished.
Vera Wave instinctively tightened her grip on his fingers. "Don’t do anything rash!"
With her hand clutching his, Kris Cooper didn’t dare to move. He remained standing by the bed, glaring furiously at the two men.
"What happened?! Explain yourselves!"
If looks could kill, those two would have been sliced to ribbons by his glare by now.
Even though the scene had been chaotic, Kris Cooper’s astute mind had already processed it: the timing of the subsequent explosions was clearly off. The blast had occurred before Vera Wave reached the safe zone.
