Chapter 73 - 72: Gunshot Wound
She turned her head and looked. Whoa, wasn’t this her pretty boy?
She rolled down the window, revealing only her eyes. "What a coincidence, pretty boy. Hurry up and get the gate for me. The code is 333666#."
As the gate opened, Yvonne Lowell drove past him, not forgetting to shoot him a flirtatious glance. "Thanks! You can head back first. I’ll come find you to play later."
This left Leo Grant standing there, pursing his lips. ’Use me and toss me aside. Heartless little thing.’
He decided to follow her in, just in time to see her slam the car door shut.
When he saw the bandages and bloodstains on her, Leo Grant’s expression froze instantly.
He rushed forward, his face turning grim. "What happened? How did you get hurt?!"
"Ah, it’s nothing serious. It’s been treated." Yvonne Lowell paused for a second, then waved her hand dismissively.
"I’m going to go take a shower first. Make yourself at home. These clothes are all sticky and disgusting."
Leo Grant had no choice but to follow her inside. As she was about to head upstairs, he asked, "Do you need any help?"
Yvonne Lowell looked at him teasingly. "What? Are you offering to help me shower? And change my clothes?"
"I... I was just worried it would be difficult for you to manage." Leo Grant’s face flushed with embarrassment.
"No need. I’ll be quick." With that, Yvonne Lowell headed upstairs.
"Then don’t get the wound wet! Be careful!"
...
After the bloodstains dried, the clothes stuck to her skin.
’Damn it, I can’t stand this. I absolutely have to take a shower!’
Yvonne Lowell had no choice but to use a dagger to cut the straps of her camisole and then slit the fabric open.
She showered as carefully as she could, but inevitably got the wound a little wet.
’Fuck! I’m pissed!’
She irritably pulled on a one-shoulder top and a pair of shorts, walked to the top of the stairs, and shouted down,
"Pretty boy! I got the wound wet! Can you come up and help me change the bandage?"
Hearing this, Leo Grant’s brows furrowed. He strode upstairs. "How could you be so careless? Where’s the first-aid kit?"
"There," Yvonne Lowell said, lying prone on a chair and lifting her chin toward a nearby cabinet.
Leo Grant unwrapped the bandage on her shoulder. Looking at her snow-white skin, he felt not a trace of romantic inclination.
His eyes filled with heartache as he looked at the gruesome wound and the centipede-like stitches. "A gunshot wound again?!"
"Sharp eyes, but that’s not important. Hurry up. My shoulder’s feeling awfully cold."
Worried about hurting her, Leo Grant could only disinfect the wound with extreme care, even gently blowing on the area beside it.
"That tickles. Just put the medicine on. I’m not that fragile." The blowing gave Yvonne Lowell goosebumps. She pointed to the special medicine Nina Jennings had left nearby. "Help me sprinkle a layer of this on."
Leo Grant gave her a speechless glance, sprinkled the powder as she’d instructed, and then re-bandaged the wound.
"All done. You’ll need to change it again tomorrow. Be more careful next time you shower."
"Not bad. You didn’t wrap it like a zongzi. Your technique is way better than that other person’s." Yvonne Lowell looked in the mirror, her shoulder now looking slimmer, and nodded in satisfaction.
Leo Grant grabbed a jacket from her walk-in closet and draped it over her shoulders, annoyed.
"You’re this badly hurt and you’re still in the mood to joke?!"
"Ah, it’s just a small wound. No big deal."
...
As they went downstairs, Leo Grant tried to support her.
"Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like I hurt my leg. Go get me a bottle of orange juice, will you?"
Yvonne Lowell waved her hand dismissively and sat down on the sofa by herself.
Resigned, Leo Grant could only go get a bottle of orange juice, twist it open, and hand it to her.
Yvonne Lowell gulped down more than half the bottle, let out a satisfied burp, and sighed.
"I never thought I’d see the day I couldn’t open a bottle cap myself."
Leo Grant pursed his lips. "Where did you go? You left abruptly in the middle of your livestream that day. During his stream today, Harrison even said your friend was in a car accident."
"Country X." Yvonne Lowell shrugged and said nonchalantly.
"Was it because of that restaurant hostage situation?"
Leo Grant froze for a moment, then quickly put the pieces together.
Although the news had been suppressed by the higher-ups in Country X, he had his own special channels for information.
Silas Lynch had even reported to him today that all hostages in the Country X incident had been successfully rescued with no casualties.
At the same time, the group responsible was taken down in one fell swoop by an unknown party.
It was unclear if this was commissioned by the higher-ups in Country X or for some other reason.
"Not bad, kid. How are you so well-informed?" A flash of surprise crossed Yvonne Lowell’s eyes.
"But didn’t the reports say there were no casualties? Then how did you get hurt?" Leo Grant now had a hundred questions swirling in his mind.
"Tch. A little rookie playing dead took a cheap shot at me. Other than me, there really were no casualties."
The ten members: *What about us?! What are we?! Aren’t we people?!*
Yvonne: *You’re not people. You’re animals. [makes a finger heart]*
Leo Grant was a little skeptical. With her skills and alertness, it was impossible that she couldn’t have dodged it.
"Was there a special reason?"
Yvonne Lowell turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "You think that highly of me? Couldn’t it be that I just failed to react in time?"
"Cut the crap. Do you even believe that yourself?" For the first time, Leo Grant rolled his eyes, completely dropping his usual composure.
"Pfft! This is the first time I’ve seen a third expression on your face besides ’stone cold’ and ’smiling’."
Yvonne Lowell couldn’t hold back her laughter and ended up leaning against Leo Grant’s shoulder.
Leo Grant was a bit helpless. "Be careful. Don’t tear open your wound."
He could only avoid her injury as he carefully wrapped his arms around her.
’Oof, can’t... My wound hurts from laughing.’
She stopped laughing and then said softly, "Because if the gun had been aimed directly at me, I’m confident I could have dodged it. But at that moment, if I hadn’t jumped in the way, the bullet would have hit my mother."
Leo Grant’s brow furrowed slightly. "Uncle Lowell and Aunt Sutton went to Country X for tourism? What about their bodyguards?"
Yvonne Lowell simply relaxed her body and snuggled directly into his embrace.
’Have to say, his lean frame is pretty comfortable to lean on.’
"Sigh, they didn’t bring any bodyguards."
After a pause, Yvonne Lowell continued, "You know? Before I returned to the Lowell family, I was already prepared to walk away at any moment. If they didn’t welcome me, I would have turned around and left immediately."
Leo Grant’s hand on her waist tightened subconsciously.
"But they’re just so good to me. It’s a feeling I’ve never had in my first dozen or so years of life. I used to think family was just an optional thing, a simple noun."
"But after I returned to the Lowell family, I learned that there were really people who spent fifteen years looking for me without stopping, and who love me unconditionally."
"So at that moment, I didn’t even think; I just went for it. After all, my mom loves her looks so much and is so afraid of pain, she’s more like a little girl than I am. What would we do if she got hurt and it left a scar?"