Chapter 335: Living in Your Bedroom

Kelvin's cold demeanor persisted as he forcefully grabbed Cheyenne's blood-stained hand, guiding her to the bathroom in the room. Turning on the faucet, he dominantly held her injured hand under the running water in the sink. Despite his stoic expression, the tight furrow of his eyebrows betrayed a sense of distress hidden beneath his dark eyes. He appeared eerily calm. If it weren't for Cheyenne's internal reminder that Kelvin was the trap that she shouldn't fall into again, she might have been moved by his current actions. Cheyenne resisted his hold, frowned at him, and the bright ceiling lights in the room illuminated the displeasure in her eyes. "Kelvin, let me go. I'm a doctor; I can take care of it myself." However, Kelvin's towering figure cast a shadow like a small mountain, enclosing her. He sternly commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "Don't move. The injury is on your right hand, and your left hand is not convenient. Don't be stubborn." Left hand inconvenient