&quot;Don"t move.&quot; 
 Iverson"s cold voice rang in Amanda"s eardrums. 
 In this narrow space, even if Amanda wanted to make a move, there was not much room for her to make a move. Just as she thought that if she pushed herself against him with her knees at this time, it would not be considered biting the hand that fed her, Iverson said something. 
 &quot;Didn"t I tell you not to move while pressing your wounds?&quot; 
 Iverson had already removed the handkerchief from her hand and pressed it against the wound on her neck. 
 Amanda was taken aback. Luckily, she didn"t raise her knee that was ready to strike. 
 &quot;Umm...it"s no longer bleeding.&quot; 
 &quot;Are you sure?&quot; 
 Following Iverson"s gaze, Amanda lowered her head and saw fresh blood dripping down her neck, dyeing her white shirt red. 
 She cried out in surprise and immediately felt the pain in her neck. It was much w

Before leaving, Theo glanced at Amanda and reminded Iverson, &quot;I advise you to mind your own business. Otherwise, you will only harm yourself and her if your grandmother hears about it.&quot; 
 Iverson frowned. 
 As soon as Theo left, Amanda wanted to say goodbye as well. &quot;It"s already 11 o"clock. I have to go now. Mr. Byran, thank you for what you did today. I...&quot; 
 &quot;You shall live here tonight.&quot; 
 Iverson"s cold voice interrupted Amanda"s words and stunned her. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran, are you kidding me?&quot; 
 Amanda was very touched and grateful that Iverson had saved her, but this did not mean that their relationship had to go further. She also did not think Iverson was obliged to care for her own business. 
 &quot;Forget it. It"s too late today. Mr. Byran, I"m leaving.&quot; 
 Amanda didn"t want to be entangled with Iverson anymore, so she got up and left. 
 But

Under the moonlight, Amanda looked at Iverson as if she were in a dream. 
 The cold wind blew past, and waves of piercing pain came from her neck. 
 &quot;Oh, my...&quot; Amanda sucked in a breath of cold air and snapped back to reality. 
 Frowning, Iverson carried her to the car, put her down, and then lifted her chin to check her wound. 
 &quot;No need, I...&quot; 
 &quot;Don"t move.&quot; 
 The concise words fell on Amanda"s eardrums, and she gave up struggling for some reason. 
 Iverson held her chin with two slender fingers. His cold face was so close to hers, and there was a faint smell of cologne on his body, which reminded her of the night of passion. 
 God, what was she thinking? 
 &quot;Take this and stop the bleeding. I"ll take you to the hospital later.&quot; 
 Iverson handed her a handkerchief and abruptly pulled back her thoughts. 
 &quot;Oh... fine.&quot; 
 Iverson thought

&quot;Don"t move.&quot; 
 Iverson"s cold voice rang in Amanda"s eardrums. 
 In this narrow space, even if Amanda wanted to make a move, there was not much room for her to make a move. Just as she thought that if she pushed herself against him with her knees at this time, it would not be considered biting the hand that fed her, Iverson said something. 
 &quot;Didn"t I tell you not to move while pressing your wounds?&quot; 
 Iverson had already removed the handkerchief from her hand and pressed it against the wound on her neck. 
 Amanda was taken aback. Luckily, she didn"t raise her knee that was ready to strike. 
 &quot;Umm...it"s no longer bleeding.&quot; 
 &quot;Are you sure?&quot; 
 Following Iverson"s gaze, Amanda lowered her head and saw fresh blood dripping down her neck, dyeing her white shirt red. 
 She cried out in surprise and immediately felt the pain in her neck. It was much worse than before. 
 &quot;Mr. Byran, I"ll do it myself.&quot; 
 &quot;No need. Just stay 

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