Come Back to Me

Chapter 23 The Throbbing Pain

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

Tracy almost thought Ray were two boy.

"Ah --"

The sharp pain in her palm brought her back to her senses.

Her face crumpled because of the pain and she withdrew her hand involuntarily.

However, she was stopped by Brody forcibly. "Don't move." he said

He ordered coldly, frowning.

In order to take the pieces out, he had to cut them in her palm

Would hurt.

Brody looked worriedly at the pale face of Tracy, and his heart trembled abruptly.

He couldn't bear to see her in such a pain.

"No --"

As soon as the point of the knife touched her hand, she withdrew her hand timidly.

She was almost fainted by the sharp knife, not to mention the knife directly passed into her palm.

At the same time, she tried to take her hand back, but failed, because her hand was tightly held by Brody.

After a while, the blood stained Tracy's and Brody's palms.

He looked at her eyes, which were full of fear and timidity, and frowned.

"You know it hurts?"

"I won't cry. It's none of your business. You don't have to be sarcastic here. Let go of me."

As she spat out the last word, she took a leap from the chair to the ground stiffly, her hand streaming with blood.

Seeing that Tracy's hand was dyed red by blood again, Brody lost his patience.

"Have a seat --"

Brody was sort of threatening this time.

However, Tracy was much more stubborn than before.

"No --"

She shook her head.

Then, she looked at him coldly, "Brody, are you worried about me?"

She looked at him ironically.

Brody was stunned. It seemed that he remembered what he was doing after being reminded by Tracy.

His eyes were as cold as ice. He pulled her to a chair and placed her on it.

"You want me to care about you? How Shamless you are! "

He snorted.

But he was still so furious that he tightly pressed on her hand.

"Then tie you up again!"

He continued to threaten.

Tracy stopped struggling. Her face turned pale because it hurt so much and the bleeding had not stopped for such a long time.

She was so dizzy as if she was going to pass out.

"A little bit painful..."

Brody said with hesitation.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw the wound.

A little pain flashed through her eyes.

He even felt that Tracy was very feeble, but she was still unwilling to fall to the ground.

With tears in her eyes, Tracy didn't say anything but stared at her own palm.

"If you feel painful, you can shout out..."

Brody looked down at her. Then he made up his mind and said.

After saying that, he pointed the sharp knife at the wound on her palm.

With her eyes wide open, Tracy stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her flesh. She shivered and her heart skipped a beat.

A kind of fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

It was also because her own thought was making trouble.

She knew very well that if the knife was to be stabbed into her body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound on her palm bigger.

"Hmm --"

After the sharp knife was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held it back.

Gritting her teeth, she hummed.

"Clap -"

Drops of liquid dripped on Brody's hand and made a clear sound.

She didn't know whether it was her tears or her sweat.

Brody's hand held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he made up his mind

He didn't want to give up so easily. He gritted her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried to keep calm.

Tracy bit her lower lip tightly, while the sharp pain in her palm seemed to affect her whole body.

She did feel the knife cutting her body.

Her little face was twisted from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body could not help but twist on the chair randomly.

Because of the pain, her eyes finally could not help bursting into tears.

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She wanted to cry out several times to stop Brody.

"Idiot --"

Noticing that something was wrong with Tracy, Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying woman.

At this time, Tracy's face was covered with tears. She looked like exceptionally delicate and touching.

"Hold on..."

Brody heart ached. He reached out his bleeding hand to caress her face. With a touch.

However, everything was in a mess, and gradually, Tracy couldn't see things clearly.

The pain must continue.

"Well..."

A sharp pain in her head brought her back to her senses.

This time, the pain was several times more than before.

She cried bitterly.

"Brody..."

With a sob.

Brody made up his mind and didn't answer.

"Brody, are you Are you deliberately doing this to get back at me? "

She cried with pain and wanted to take her hand back.

Looking at the still indifferent Brody, Tracy finally couldn't help but shout, "asshole, let me go I can do it myself... "

The pain was killing her.

She could even feel the sharp point of the knife rubbing back and forth in her palm.

The pain... The pain was all over her body.

"Shut up -"

He was about to pick up the pieces, but they were shrank back by Tracy's struggle.

He raged.

He became more cautious this time.

He had to withdraw the money again.

Frowning, he ignored Tracy's cry and managed to open the cut in one effort. He finally succeeded in pinching the porcelain.

Then he directly pulled it out——

Hearing that, Tracy trembled all of a sudden

A stream of blood was flowing down.

Brody breathed a sigh of relief. He found that there was nothing but blood and cold sweat on his palm.

Little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Tracy..."

Brody breathed a sigh of relief and shook Tracy who was reclining on his arms.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and her lips had been bitten open. Her eyes were somewhat dull, and her weak body made him think that she had fainted.

"It's done. I had taken it out."

Said Brody softly as he looked at the blood covered porcelain.

In addition, his words was sweet.

Tracy was so weak that she couldn't lift any more strength. And Brody's face became more and more blurred in her sight

Then darkness fell. She seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.

Seeing that Tracy was in a coma, Brody frowned and stroked her bloodstained face.

He really didn't know why this woman's stubbornness came from. She had already cried out of pain, but he couldn't said even a little.

Even a man might not be able to bear such pain.

He sighed, as if he had forgotten the hatred he said.

He washed her hands, wrapped them and cleaned them. Then he put her on the bed steadily.