Nicole finished speaking and stepped into the room, the scalding temperature of the condom burning her palm.
Joshua Floyd, honestly, if Jose Floyd sees this condom, her reputation will be ruined!
Nicole placed the soup on the small table in front of the recliner and was just about to turn around and head to bed when she glimpsed the blood-stained towel on the table. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her attention to Jose Floyd.
The sight of his tall figure made her eyes widen in shock, especially at the deep wound on his right arm, bleeding profusely, a ghastly sight.
"Jose Floyd..." Nicole bit her lip, her eyes a bit disoriented, "How—how did you get injured?"
Jose Floyd walked over to the recliner and lay down, his face somewhat pale, his voice cold and indifferent: "It's nothing, just help me apply some medicine and bandage it."
"Okay."
