Chapter 225

The shocking wound made Grace gasp.
Grace frowned and looked at him. Her cold tone was filled with reproach. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I guess so.” Brian stared at her face gloomily.
Grace knew that she could not escape this time. Brian had swaggered into her room.
Grace massaged her temples, closed the door, and turned back inside. She walked straight to the cabinet, took out the first aid kit, and threw it before Brian. “Do it yourself.”
Initially, Brian did not want to treat his wounds. However, when he saw her coldly throw the first aid kit before him, he rolled his eyes and looked at her solemnly. He raised his hand. “How can I bandage it with one hand? Don’t forget that you were the one who clipped it for me. Don’t you have to be responsible?”
Grace did not even look at him. She carried the takeout to the table and said, “Whatever. I want to eat now.”
It was already past mealtime, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.
Brian sat aside and looked at her.
The food Grace ordered was more nutritious because she was pregnant. The entire room was filled with a fragrant smell as soon as the box was opened.
Brian stared at her without blinking.
Her stomach rumbled, sounding clear in the quiet room.
Brian frowned, and his expression darkened slightly.
He didn’t want to eat, but his stomach gave him away.
Grace turned her head to look at him.
Brian retracted her gaze and lowered her head uncomfortably.
Grace quickly finished her food and walked to Brian’s side. She opened the first aid kit. Seeing Grace seemed to be preparing to treat his wounds, Brian cooperated and raised his leg, placing it on the coffee table. Grace’s expression was cold. Without a word, she took out iodophor and disinfected his wounds.
Her movements were not gentle, even rough. She picked up his wrist and wiped it hard twice over his wound in a vindictive sort of way.
Brian hissed in pain and asked through his gritted teeth, “Grace Sherman, do you want to murder your husband?”
Grace slammed the iodophor bottle on the table. “Brian Francis! Have you lost your memory? We divorced a long time ago. How many times do you want me to remind you?”
Brian pursed his lips and realized he had yet to engrave the fact they were already divorced into his bones.
Brian lowered his eyes and did not say anything else.
Grace bandaged Brian’s wrist. Then she threw the things aside and got up to go to her bedroom.
Brian did not expect her to do so. He was stunned.
Bang!
The door closed, and Brian heard the sound of the door being locked. Brian looked at the closed door in disbelief. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and strode to her bedroom door. He knocked on the door. “Grace Sherman! You haven’t bandaged my ankle!”
Grace’s frustrated voice came from inside. “I wrapped your hand because it’s difficult for you to handle it with one hand. Wrap your ankle yourself! It’s not like you don’t have hands!” Brian was at a loss for words by her retort. He raised his hand and wanted to punch the door hard. He raised his hand but was afraid of scaring her, so he slowly retracted it. Brian walked back to the sofa and sat down. He felt extremely uncomfortable.
He glanced at his watch. It was after eight in the evening.
Bored, he turned on the TV with the remote control and watched for a while. However, he wasn’t interested in anything on the TV.