Chapter 75

On getting close to him, because his shirt was soaked in water, Janelle could see clearly that his chest was wrapped with gauze. “How...how did you get hurt?" She asked, feeling a little at a loss. Ovan opened his eyes and stared at the crystal lamp shining brightly on the ceiling. He rubbed the quilt with his fingers. He just didn't want to owe Phoebe too much. After all, he had let her down. She had made many mistakes, but she was so nice to him. After all, it had been so many years. There was a little bit of affection between them. This kind of affection had nothing to do with love. It was morality and responsibility. Just as what Phoebe asked him. How could he afford to pay back what she had done for him for so many years? His long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He stared at her with a trace of seriousness in his eyes. "If I say I did it for you. Will you believe me?" Janelle’s lips were tightly pursed. She seemed to have seen seriousness in his eyes just now. But when she