Chapter 243

Lounge room. The moment Celestia Brooks sat down on the couch, a sharp voice sliced through the air like a blade. "Why’d you let him help you but wouldn’t let me carry you?" Jareth Carrington strode toward her like a gust of wind. By the time she looked up, he was already right in front of her, his handsome face tight with frustration, his stormy black eyes burning. Celestia took her time. She glanced at him slowly, unfazed. Her lips pulled into a faint, cold smile as if he were a kid throwing a tantrum. "Can you even carry me right now? Your hand’s still not healed, isn’t it?" Yeah, it had scabbed over, but it wasn’t fully better. She’d secretly asked his doctor and found out he'd been covering up the injury. It wasn’t the worst-case scenario, but it was still a deep second-degree burn. He'd need laser treatment later to fix it completely. That was exactly why she refused his help. Her blunt tone hit Jareth like a soft punch. For a moment, he realized—she was actually worried about hi