Chapter 760 - Dizzy (2)

When Mr. Spencer heard the noise, he came out of the house and asked in surprise, "What happened?" Seeing Stephanie like this, he quickly took out a dry towel and handed it to her, "Did she fall into the river?"

When he turned around and saw Harold, he immediately shouted, "What's wrong with you? Why is your gauze wet?"

Harold nodded, put Stephanie into the bathroom, and entered his room.

Stephanie asked uneasily as she cleaned up the mud on her hair, "Grandpa, what happened to him? Can't the gauze be wet?"

"I shouldn't have allowed you to follow him," Mr. Spencer sighed, "His face has suffered a lot every time he changes the medicine. This time, all his gauze is wet and he has to change the medicine later."

Stephanie couldn't care about the mud on her body. She was about to walk out.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Spencer asked.

"I'm going to see him." Stephanie said uneasily, "Grandpa, he did this to save me. I just slipped..."

She held her waist and hissed, "I think my waist is twisted too."

"You should stay here. I'll go see him. You wash first. The towel is here."

"Alright," Stephanie waved her hand, "don't worry about me. Go to see him."

Mr. Spencer took the gauze and medicine to Harold's room. Harold had removed the gauze to the last layer. Because the gauze was sticky with the flesh, he did not pull it hard. After Mr. Spencer came in, he handed the gauze to Mr. Spencer. He found a stick and stuffed it in his teeth.

Mr. Spencer poured the medicine on his face. After waiting for a moment, he gently tore the gauze that was sticky with flesh.

"It's fine," Harold gritted his teeth and said, "come."

Mr. Spencer glanced at him and said, "Bear with it!"

Then, the gauze was pulled off. Harold's face was covered in blood. He lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Mr. Spencer cleaned his wound and waited for a while before applying medicine to him. Finally, he wrapped Harold in layers of gauze. When he reached the last layer, Stephanie walked in with her hands on her waist. When she saw the bloody gauze in the trash can, her legs went soft and she almost knelt on the ground.

Mr. Spencer took the medicine and went out. Stephanie squatted on the ground and looked at Harold who was lying on the ground. His eyes were closed and his fingers were trembling.

"I'm sorry," Stephanie asked, "are you alright?"

Harold did not speak. His eyes were closed.

Stephanie looked at his trembling fingers. He reached out to hold his hands, "Are you alright?"

Harold finally opened his eyes. His eyelashes were covered with water vapor. He blinked, looked at Stephanie, and said in a hoarse voice, "Nothing."

Stephanie searched for a long time but could not find a tissue. She could only gently reach out to wipe his eyes. The moment her finger touched his eyes, she stared at them for a long time.

She had seen countless people, but she had an impression of this pair of eyes. He was dull and loyal and did not like to joke. His attitude towards her was only because she knew Emily, so he respected her.

The pair of eyes looked at her tiredly for a while, then slowly closed.

Stephanie looked at him in disbelief, then rushed to the next room with her hands on her waist. She said in an emotionless tone, "Grandpa, do you know who he is? He seems to be the assistant of a friend of mine. Do you remember Emily? At that time, she brought Mr. Vincent over. Didn't she have an assistant who didn't like to talk much? He and Harold's eyes are similar. Do you remember? His name is Harold, he... "

"Yes," Mr. Spencer took a sip of tea, "it's only now that you realize who he is."

"Is it really him?" Stephanie widened her eyes.

"Yes," Mr. Spencer pouted, "he is unlucky to meet you."

Stephanie was shocked.

"Isn't he dead? He..." She held her waist and walked around the room, "Does Emily know? No, she doesn't know. Why did he hide it from Emily?" she asked herself, "it must be because he was disfigured, so..."

"Go, go, go to your room," Mr. Spencer threw her a bottle of medicine and said, "Apply it to your waist."

Stephanie took the medicine and walked out.

No wonder that on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the mooncakes she had placed by the well were eaten by him.

He was alive.

Stephanie went to Harold's room again. She stared at the person on the ground for a long time before she helped him to the bed. However, just as she touched Harold's arm, Harold suddenly opened his eyes. His other hand reflexively clamped down on her.

Stephanie was twisted by him and her entire wrist almost broke. She cried out, "Let me go! It's broken!"

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"I won't break someone's wrist even if I fall asleep," Stephanie raised her wrist and shook it. "You are so strong. My wrist almost broke."

"Sorry," Harold slowly sat up from the ground, "You ... what were you trying to do just now?"

"I want to help you to the bed," Stephanie said, pointing at the bed.

"Thank you," Harold paused for a while before he slowly stood up from the ground.

Stephanie looked at his face and asked, "Does your face still hurt?"

"I've adjusted to it," Harold looked at her and said, "I don't feel anything now."

"Adjust to it?" Stephanie looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Harold took the clothes and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Stephanie asked.

"Go bathing."

"But you... can you wash by yourself?" She asked.

"What?"

Stephanie pointed at his face, "Didn't you say that gauze cannot touch water? I can help you wash it."

"No, thank you," Harold quickly took the towel and walked out.

"Don't misunderstand. I just want to help you take a bath," Stephanie held her waist and chased after him for a few steps.

Harold ran even faster.

When Mr. Spencer, who had just opened the door, heard this, his face wrinkled, "Stephanie, it's better for girls to be more reserved."

Stephanie was puzzled.