Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement-Chapter 827 - 823: Does It Hurt a Lot?
The knife cut into his left index finger.
Asher Land didn’t make a sound, but Sophie Smith couldn’t help but cry out when she saw the alarming red.
"I told you not to help, and now look what happened..." Sophie quickly pushed him out of the kitchen and sat him down on the sofa.
She rummaged around the room, looking for the first aid kit.
Alexander sat beside Asher Land, watching as he pressed his thumb against the wound that was gushing blood, his little mouth pouting.
"Does it hurt?" In the eyes of a child, being injured and bleeding must be very painful.
Hurt?
To be honest, he couldn’t feel it. Who was Asher Land anyway? In the past four years, which instance of pain hadn’t been heart-wrenching?
What was a knife cut like this?
Seeing no answer from him, Alexander couldn’t help but ask again, "Uncle, doesn’t it hurt a lot..."
"It hurts." He responded to Alexander without changing his expression.
He looked down and observed Alexander’s reaction carefully. After hearing that it hurt, Alexander’s brow furrowed instantly, a subconscious action.
"Found the first aid kit." Sophie quickly walked out of the room, placed the kit on the coffee table, opened the lid, and began looking for cotton swabs and band-aids. Alexander was sharp-eyed; his small hand reached out and grabbed a band-aid before Sophie could.
Sophie was stunned, looking at Alexander with some surprise.
Alexander felt awkward being stared at and silently lowered his head, tearing open the band-aid.
Sophie realized what he intended to do. Clearly, Alexander wanted to apply medication to Asher Land but was too shy to say it out loud.
This awkward personality was exactly like Asher Land.
She smiled without saying a word, letting Alexander continue his next move.
After tearing open the band-aid, Alexander looked up at Asher Land for a while before slowly speaking.
"Uncle, aren’t you going to hold out your hand? Your blood might run out soon."
Hearing this, Asher Land cooperatively extended his hand.
Alexander carefully aimed the band-aid at his wound, his expression extremely serious, not daring to slack off at all.
Sophie and Asher Land exchanged a smile, both seeming surprised yet delighted at Alexander’s actions.
After sticking on the band-aid, Alexander’s small hand didn’t forget to gently touch it for a while.
Asher Land withdrew his hand, though he was quite pleased with his son’s behavior this time, he remained exceptionally calm.
"Asher Land, just sit here, okay?" Sophie stood up helplessly and glanced again at the wound on his hand, "I’ll go make dinner."
He acknowledged with a sound and then said nothing more.
In the living room, the father and son faced each other.
"Thank you." Asher Land looked down at the little guy, calmly saying the words.
Thank you?
Alexander’s head was a bit fuzzy. Was this uncle thanking him for applying the medication just now?
Alexander wasn’t accustomed to this side of Asher Land.
"Uncle, you’re welcome." Alexander answered sweetly.
...
After dinner, Asher Land hesitated about whether he should leave.
Thinking about it, to make his son have a slightly less negative opinion of him, he should leave.
"Uncle, your finger is injured, it’s not good to drive, so I, I’ll allow you to sleep at my house tonight..." Alexander said earnestly.
"Ha, are you sure?" Asher Land chuckled lightly, "Aren’t you afraid I might bully your mommy tonight?"
