Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 457

An hour later, Hull strolled out of the operating room, his face composed as usual.

Susanna had been waiting nervously by the door the entire time.

When Hull emerged and saw her, his eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. "You've been here the whole time?"

His voice was calm, revealing nothing.

Susanna nodded nervously, glancing at his shoulder, which was wrapped tightly to stop the bleeding.

"Did they get the bullet out? Does it hurt?"

A bullet wound they were talking about! In her previous life, Susanna never imagined she'd encounter something like this. Yet here she was, living through it.

In Susanna’s mind, an injury like that should have had someone knocked out for at least three days, followed by a month of bed rest.

But Hull was up and about, looking as energetic as ever. A bandit, indeed, even the injury wouldn’t trouble him.

Hull raised an eyebrow, gazing at her delicate face. "Hurt? Are you worried about me?"

Susanna was taken aback. Worry about him? Her?

She shook her head firmly. "No, I’m not."

Just making small talk.

Hull, however, grabbed her chin. "If you weren’t worried, why wait here all the time?"

Susanna was at a loss for words. This guy...

Just then, Silas and Barnaby followed Hull out, both dressed in sterile surgical scrubs.

Seeing Hull holding Susanna's chin, Barnaby commented instinctively, "Boss, girls usually like it when you're gentle, like Mr. Quinn. Even if you're tough, you gotta be gentle with the ladies."

Barnaby had seen how tender Ronald was with Stella and used him as an example without thinking.

Did he just mess up again? Why did Silas leave in such a hurry? They hadn’t even gone over the post-op instructions!

"Uh, yeah, I just remembered I’ve got some things to do too. I’ll send the instructions to your phone."

Realizing the danger he was in, Barnaby made his escape before making a short remark, cursing Silas for abandoning him. What a close call...

Barnaby was gone, leaving Susanna and Hull alone. Susanna tried to turn her face away, hoping to free herself from Hull's grip.

But his grip only tightened slightly. "Still trying to escape?"

Susanna protested, "Let me go."

Why didn’t he deny what Barnaby said?

Feeling uncomfortable, Susanna squirmed a little, "It hurts..."

What was this guy made of? His grip was so strong, she could almost hear her bones protesting.