Chapter 9 A Happy Morning

The next morning, Amelia woke up. But when she woke up, she felt a sharp pain in her waist and back, and even her legs were painful. She couldn't get up at all.

She struggled to get up, but fell back again.

Amelia screamed, "Ah, my hand twisted."

William, who was looking at that "precious" box, heard her scream. He immediately put the box on the tea table in the room, and rushed to Amelia.

He hurriedly helped Amelia lie down and examined her hand carefully. The skin on her hand was red because of her carelessness just now. He was so worried that his face wrinkled.

Noticing that William was so worried, Amelia was happy and comforted him, "I'm fine. I was careless just now. My hand will be fine. "

William glanced at her and didn't believe her. He stood up. He remembered that he was also injured when he came on holiday a few days ago. The medicine box seemed to be placed in the storage room.

He looked at Amelia and said, "I'll get you the medicine box. You just lie on the bed."

Without any hesitation, William walked out of the room.

Looking at his back, Amelia's eyes suddenly turned red and tears came to her eyes.

She really didn't expect that she would see William in the morning when she woke up. He would be more worried than her when she was injured.

But was it true?

She was so scared. She was afraid that everything was not true. It was a lie.

Her tears fell down all of a sudden. Amelia wiped them off. She didn't want William to see her crying when he came back.

After a while, William came back from outside. He was holding the medicine box in his hand. Fortunately, he had the ointment for the sprain. Otherwise, he would take her out to buy it.

Back to the bedside, William opened the medicine box and took out the ointment.

William opened the lid and said, "I'll get it on your hand now. It will hurt. Hold on."

Amelia looked at him with a smile. She was so happy that she didn't feel any pain.

After that, William put the medicine on the bedside table. When he looked into her eyes, he found that she had cried.

William's handsome face wrinkled. He bent over and held her pure face with his big hands.

Amelia's heart raced wildly under his gaze.

Amelia]'s face was as red as an apple, and it was getting redder and redder. She was so excited. He had never looked at her like this, except last night.

Her eyes were red. Obviously, she had cried. But why did she cry?

Did it too hurt when she sprained her ankle just now?

Suddenly William asked, "Orange, did you cry just now?"

Cry?

Amelia came to her senses when she heard William's voice. It turned out that he looked at her at such a close distance because he found that her eyes were red.

Amelia immediately smiled and said in a charming tone, "How is that possible? I'm so happy now. How could I cry? I won't cry. "