Adrian didn't respond to her gaze, bent down and picked her up, placing her on the bed, and knelt down to check her injuries.
"Where did you fall?" His tone was suddenly gentler, shedding the earlier harshness, and carried a hint of tenderness.
Summer Sutton was cautiously observing his expression.
She sensed that his expression wasn't as awful as before, and she slightly relaxed.
"Arm." She stretched her arm out to him, and Adrian helped examine it.
Her skin was really delicate, her arm white and slender, fine and tender. A slight rub could easily break the skin.
Although the wound wasn't large, on her arm it looked quite menacing.
The hotel didn't have a medical kit, so Adrian tore off a piece of his shirt and used it as a bandage to treat her wound.
After a simple dressing, he asked again, "Anywhere else?"
"Head." Summer replied truthfully.
Adrian leaned over, parted a small tuft of hair on her forehead, and checked again.
