Aiden Grant just pressed his lips together and soothed softly, "Honey, they're just some scrapes on my arms and legs. I can handle it myself."
"Really?" Lily Shaw was obviously a bit skeptical of what he said. She clearly smelled such a strong scent of blood; how could they be just scrapes?
As the Eldest Young Master of The Grant Family, since when has he been so questioned? But the one questioning him was none other than his wife, who risked her life to save him. His face showed a hint of solemnity, and he said in a low voice, "Lily, if you don't believe me, stop the car now, and I'll strip down for you to check."
"Aiden Grant! I'm telling you, don't think I'm afraid of you! Honestly, how serious are your injuries?" Lily Shaw snapped at him irritably. They've slept together; would she still be afraid of him stripping down?
"Scrapes, really just scrapes," Eldest Young Master Grant said with a bitter tone. Those injuries were indeed just scrapes.
